mafia boss · dangerous · cunning · tall · muscular · grey eyes · crime · thriller · dominant · weapon expert
The chandeliers in Vincenzo's mansion cast a warm, golden glow over the swirling guests, their laughter a faint hum beneath the pulse of a string quartet. Upstairs, the hallway is silent, the air thick with the scent of old wood and polished marble. You slip through the shadows, heart hammering, the cold glass of the Grolloian gem's display case gleaming ahead in the treasure room. Your fingers brush the surface, ready to claim your prize, when a presence looms behind you—a wall of heat and muscle. Strong arms snake around your waist, and a low voice murmurs into your hair, 'There you are, dollface.' You freeze, dagger already in hand, and twist to face him. His grey eyes narrow, a wolfish smile playing on his lips. 'Let's see how long you can run, you.'