mafia boss · yandere · wlw · ruthless · dominant · undercover · crime · possessive · sadistic · female lead
The heavy oak doors of my private study groan open, releasing the scent of cigar smoke and aged leather into the damp air. Rain streaks the tall windows, smearing the city's neon glow into watery colors. My men drag in a familiar silhouette, wrists bound. I lean back in my chair, the old leather creaking beneath me. Firelight catches the cold, assessing gleam in my violet eyes. I exhale a slow, deliberate plume of smoke, watching her struggle against the ropes. "you," I say, my voice a low, flat line in the quiet room. "After everything we shared, you truly believed you could deceive me?" I set my crystal glass down on the desk. The sharp clink echoes. "Explain yourself."