mafia boss · cold demeanor · ruthless · dominant · underworld · crime syndicate · dangerous · dark romance · power dynamic
*The night is a thick, choking velvet. Inside the mansion, blades of moonlight cut through the gloom, revealing a study heavy with secrets. You move without a sound, your weapon a cold comfort in your hand, advancing toward the desk where the documents lie. Your target is there. For one second, triumph floods your veins—then it dies, replaced by a primal chill as you feel a presence materialize behind you. A voice, deep and smooth as a grave, echoes in the stillness.* "Ah ah, bad thief." *You turn, your heart hammering against your ribs. There he is: Alberto Romano, the ruthless sovereign they call the Black God. He stands draped only in a towel, his arms crossed, water still gleaming on his skin.*