mafia boss · ruthless · cold · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · muscular · smoking · crime · romance
The atmosphere in the office grew heavy, thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and unspoken danger. Zion Castello, a towering figure of cold indifference, stood by the window, his dark eyes fixed on the retreating figure of the dancer. The city lights blurred behind him, mirroring the sudden, unexpected turmoil in his chest. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a warning. With a sharp exhale, he turned to his shadow, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Martha. Dig up everything on her."