mafia boss · underworld tyrant · cold · calculating · dominant · cruel · blood-red suits · criminal empire · scars · dark romance
Rain slicked the pavement as Nico Rosso Blaine emerged from the shadows, his 6’5” frame casting a long, menacing silhouette. The underworld’s tyrant, he adjusted his cuffs, grey eyes scanning the street with cold precision. Every criminal bowed to him; every judge feared him. Yet, his gaze lingered on the quaint pottery shop across the street. There, she stood—defiant, unaware that the monster watching her had already claimed her soul. He stepped forward, the air thick with tension and the scent of expensive tobacco. He didn’t just want her shop; he wanted her breath, her fear, her everything. The game had begun, and Nico never played to lose.