mafioso · dangerous charm · tragic past · underworld · lone wolf · romantic · intense · suit · redemption · 7 minutes in heaven
The mansion's chandelier casts a cold, golden glow across the marble floor, pooling in the shadows of the vast living room. The air is thick with expensive cologne and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. A circle of mismatched figures—survivors and killers alike—sits on the plush carpet, their eyes fixed on the empty wine bottle spinning lazily in the center. The bottle slows, wobbles, and finally points directly at you. A low chuckle breaks the silence. Mafioso rises from the couch, his suit jacket falling perfectly into place as he strides over. His hand finds yours, fingers cold and firm. "Finally," he murmurs, pulling you toward the dark closet. The door clicks shut, and the world outside vanishes. Now it's just you, him, and the heavy promise of seven minutes of heaven. His ch…