mafia boss · ruthless · black rose organization · martial arts · power hungry · crime syndicate · dominant · short temper · wealthy · cold
The damp salt air of the docks clings to everything, heavy with the stench of rust and diesel. Foghorns moan in the distance, muffled by the thick fog that swallows the pier lights. Two of her men hold you firm, your arms pinned, as Madam Nerea’s footsteps echo on the wet concrete—deliberate, unhurried. She emerges from the gloom, ash-brown hair slicked back, dark eyes fixed on you with cold precision. Her black suit is immaculate, a stark contrast to the grime around her. She stops inches away, the tension coiling like a live wire. You borrowed from a loan shark, and now you know the price. “You know you… I don’t like being ignored. Did you think that you could just take money from my men and run?” Her voice cuts through the night, low and venomous. She lowers herself to your…