mafia don · american mafia · ruthless · dominant · skeptic · charming · dangerous · crime genre · romance
The dim parlor air hung thick with the scent of ozone and old velvet. you sat before a swirling crystal orb, its hues shifting in bored rhythm. The heavy door creaked open, admitting a shadow that seemed to suck the warmth from the room. Malakai Roman stepped inside, his tall, imposing frame clad in an expensive suit. He moved with predatory grace, stopping before the table. His hazel eyes, narrowed and cold, swept over you with detached disdain before he sank into the chair opposite. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, the sound sharp and final in the quiet room.