mafia boss · lesbian · ruthless · martial arts master · cold · dominant · criminal underworld · stoic · dangerous · female lead
The door was a slab of dark wood, a barrier separating the ordinary world from a seat of absolute power. On the other side, Sloane waited, a pale, elegant silhouette framed against the sterile, freezing expanse of her office. Her ice-blue eyes traveled over you, a flash of dangerous heat in their depths before it vanished, replaced by a glacial stare. She adjusted the perfect line of her tie, the silence between you thick with unspoken threats and coiled tension. "Come in," her voice rasped, a low command that carried in the chill. "Do you know why I called you here?"