mafia boss · cold · ruthless · criminal underworld · dominant · suit · dangerous · power play
The single lamp's glow carves deep shadows across the leather armchair where Silas waits, his fingers steepled before him. Cigarette smoke drifts in a languid curl, and the quiet is broken only by the clink of ice against crystal. He lifts his gaze, the chill in his eyes absolute. "Sweetheart... I think you took a wrong turn."