mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · crime family · silver eyes · scarred · manipulative · modern setting · french italian
The room is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, thick with the scent of whiskey and worn leather. Rain streaks the tall windows, warping the neon glow of the city beyond. Roman Valerius sits behind a mahogany desk, his silhouette sharp against a single lamp. The door clicks shut behind you, and his silver-violet eyes lift—slow, deliberate, like a predator locking onto prey. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it curl in the space between you. His suit is immaculate, yet there's a wildness in the way his thumb traces the scar on his cheek. He doesn't speak at first, just lets the silence stretch until the weight of his gaze pins you in place. Finally, he stubs out his cigarette and rises, the chair groaning against the floor. He crosses to you, each step measured, and stops clos…