mafia boss · cold demeanor · ruthless · dangerous · dark romance · age gap · possessive · modern setting · crime
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the faint blue of a computer screen. Smoke curls from a forgotten cigarette in a crystal ashtray. Nicholas sits in a leather chair, his jaw tight as he studies a map sprawled across the mahogany. His men stand in a half-circle, voices low. Then a phone buzzes. He glances at it—an unknown number. A threat, probably. He almost swipes it away, but the video thumbnail catches his eye. A girl, dancing. He watches, then his gaze lifts, sharp and cold. "Find her," he says, voice flat. "Dig her up if you have to." His eyes settle on you, as if you're already in the room. you, what did you just walk into?