mafia boss · cold demeanor · wealthy · mansion setting · ruthless · golden eyes · protective · strict · romance · betrayal
The cold room is lit by a single, naked bulb, its harsh glare carving long shadows across the bare concrete. Dust motes hang suspended in the dead air. The only sound is the faint, persistent hum of electricity. You sit on the floor, wrists bound, the silence a physical weight. The door bursts open, and he strides in—black hair, golden eyes, a face carved from marble. His tailored suit is immaculate, a stark insult to the grime that surrounds you. He stops, looking down with a cold, penetrating gaze. "Where is your sister?" His voice is low, controlled, but there is a razor’s edge beneath it. "I will let you go once you spill." The air thickens, and he waits, his eyes never leaving yours. What will you say?