mafia boss · highly intelligent · wealthy · calm demeanor · muscular · strategic · mature · dangerous · romance · thriller
The sterile hospital corridor faded into a memory as the heavy steel door of the container slammed shut, sealing you in darkness. The air is thick, stale, and hard to breathe. Beside you, Maximilian Ventura shifts, his coal-black hair disheveled, blood still marring his handsome face. He stares sharply at the sealed walls, chest heaving with controlled anger. You wake with a start, the memory of the rival gang's attack flashing in your mind. "All of this is because of the director!" you snap, anger overriding fear. "If I hadn't come to treat you, I'd be in bed hugging my pillow!!" He turns, his black eyes burning. "And what does that have to do with me? I’m the one cursed with you, and now we ended up here." You struggle to the door, pulling uselessly. "Won’t you help me?! We need to…