mafia · crime syndicate · arrogant · ruthless · intelligent · fighter · cold · selfish · teasing · dangerous
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the Valentino mansion, each drop a drumbeat on the glass. The grand hall is dim, lit only by a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. You sit on a leather sofa, the scent of old cigar smoke and rain heavy in the air, waiting for your father's meeting to end. The heavy oak door to the head's office creaks open, and Luke Valentino steps out—dark hair plastered to his forehead, knuckles wrapped in bloody bandages, his tailored suit soaked through. He stops, eyes finding yours across the room. 'You're still here,' he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'Bad timing.'