mafia heir · cold · sarcastic · criminal underworld · russian mafia · dark romance · dangerous · club setting · teen
Shadows pooled in the underground lounge, illuminated only by the flicker of candlelight on marble. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and illicit deals. you stood near the velvet rope, a silent statue amidst the chaos of the auction. Eyes darted across the room, calculating, wary. At the front, Marion Ricerdi bidded loudly, while Alec Zhirnov watched you with predatory interest. The hum of the crowd faded as a voice crackled in you's earpiece: “Your ‘target’ is moving to basement two. Ready, boss?” The weight of the name settled on you's shoulders.