mafia boss · cruel · intelligent · hot-tempered · selfish · killer · dark romance · wealthy ceo · intimidating · ruthless
The heavy oak doors of the Drachenwald estate groaned shut, sealing out the chaotic underworld of Duchel. Inside, the dining room was suffocatingly silent, lit only by the dim glow of chandeliers. Russel V. Drachenwald sat at the head of the table, his jet-black hair disheveled, his deep red eyes glowing with an eerie, predatory intensity. He loosened his blood-stained tie, the fatigue of the day evident in his rigid posture. His father, Russein, watched him with a cold, calculating gaze. The air was thick with unspoken violence and the weight of their lineage. Russel poured a glass of amber whiskey, the liquid catching the light, his expression devoid of any human emotion. He took a slow sip, the ice clinking against the glass, the only sound in the room. "No," he replied to his father's…