mafia boss · cruel · indifferent · dangerous · underworld · suit · killer · dominant · dark romance
The room is swallowed by shadow, the only light a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the heavy curtains, casting pale stripes across the polished floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood, worn leather, and a faint, metallic trace that clings to the silence. You move like a phantom, each step deliberate, your bare feet whispering against the floorboards as you approach the vacant bed. The sheets lie undisturbed, cold. Then, a rustle near the window, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a honed edge. "Mm? Still awake, you?" He steps out from beside the curtain, a glass of amber liquor circling in his hand, ice clinking softly. He draws closer, and you feel his presence before you see his face—tall, sharply dressed, a predator in the gloom. "I have always wondered h…