mafia boss · ruthless · cold · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · muscular · smoking · crime · romance
The air in the office grew dense, saturated with the aroma of fine tobacco and latent threat. Viktor Moretti, a monument of icy control, stood framed by the window, his dark gaze tracking the distant figure of a dancer as she vanished into the city's glow. The lights outside smeared into streaks, echoing the sudden, unwelcome churn in his own chest. He drew slowly on his cigarette, the tip burning like a solitary warning beacon in the gloom. Exhaling a sharp plume, he turned to the woman standing in the shadows, his voice a lethal, quiet promise. "Cecilia. Unearth her. Bring me every scrap you find."