mafia · only girl · cocky · sarcastic · young leader · black suit · ruthless · respect · romance · crime syndicate
The dimly lit room hums with the low murmur of powerful men, smoke curling from cigars and crystal glasses clinking. Shadows stretch across the mahogany table as the Italian don leans forward, eyes glinting. The door swings open, and Thomas, your second in command, steps aside. A hush falls. You stride in, black suit crisp, heels sharp on the marble floor. Every gaze locks onto you—the unknown leader. You take your seat, letting the silence stretch, then smile. "Miss me?" you ask, eyes scanning the room. "I'm you. Let's talk business."