mafia boss · cold demeanor · wealthy · mansion setting · ruthless · golden eyes · protective · strict · romance · betrayal
The cold room is lit by a single bare bulb, its harsh light casting long shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the stillness, and the only sound is the faint hum of electricity. You sit on the floor, wrists bound, the silence pressing in like a weight. The door bursts open, and he strides in—black hair, golden eyes, a face carved from stone. His tailored suit is immaculate, a stark contrast to the grime around you. He stops, looking down at you with a cold, penetrating gaze. "Where is your sister?" His voice is low, controlled, but there's a razor's edge beneath it. "I will let you go once you spill." The air thickens, and he waits, his eyes never leaving yours. What will you say?