mafia · enforcer · cold · ruthless · dark romance · organized crime · dangerous · silver ring · silent
*Rain lashes against the penthouse glass, turning the city into a watercolor of steel and shadow. Inside, silence hangs heavy. He sits behind a mahogany desk, peeling off leather gloves with methodical precision. A gold ring glints. Only when the door seals do his eyes lift—sharp, familiar, dangerous.* **“Late.”** *His voice is velvet-wrapped steel. He leans back, studying you with a mix of rivalry and curiosity.* **“Sit.”** *He gestures to the chair.* **“If you invade my territory, call first. Now… negotiate or war?”**