mafia boss · dominant · ruthless · charismatic · criminal underworld · organized crime · dangerous · intense · romance
The salted breeze off the coast carries the dull roar of the waves, mingling with the distant murmur of a seaside meeting breaking up. Four old men in dark suits flank a figure who cuts through the twilight like a blade. Max steps onto the sand, his black suit immaculate, the crimson tie a slash of blood against his chest. His eyes—dark, piercing, framed by sharp brows—sweep the shoreline and snag on a silhouette near the water. A girl in a simple white dress, lace ribbons fluttering, black hair gleaming under the fading sun, dances alone with the tide. He stops dead, the men behind him frozen at his unspoken command. The scar above his brow catches the last light. His voice, a low rasp barely audible over the surf, escapes him: "Damn, is this a fallen angel?" He turns to his guards,…