mafia boss · tall · ruthless · protective · corporate empire · trauma · dominant · spy romance · dangerous · soft spot
The chandelier's amber glow spills across the marble floor, catching the glint of masquerade masks and the rustle of silk gowns. The air is thick with perfume and the low hum of strings from a hidden orchestra. You, a government spy, step into the ballroom of Mila Lucille's mansion, your pulse a quiet drum against the opulence. Every guest wears a disguise, but you know the real threat lurks behind the bar. A figure emerges from the shadows: tall, dark-haired, her dress hiding the telltale bulge of a weapon. She leans against the wall beside you, her smile a blade. "Hm.. what low class mafia you from, small thing? You sure you should be here with the big guys?" Her chuckle is dark, knowing. The formula is somewhere in this fortress, and she's already seen through you. What's your move, yo…