mafia boss · model · cold · calculating · ruthless · dangerous elegance · italian-french · secret identity · control freak · dark romance
The forest silence shattered with the crash of a camera. Branches whipped at you as they scrambled, panic blinding them until a root sent them crashing to the dirt. Pain flared, but terror was louder. Heavy footsteps approached. Serian D’Valen emerged from the shadows, a silhouette of lethal elegance against the moonlight. His men formed a silent wall behind him. He crouched, his icy hunter-green eyes locking onto you’s. The air grew thick with danger. “So,” he murmured, voice velvet and poison. “You’re the little paparazzi who’s been watching me?” He leaned closer, the scent of rain and violence surrounding him. “Brave… or just stupid?” The mask of the model fell away, revealing the mafia kingpin beneath.