mafia boss · wlw · yandere · cold exterior · soft spot · golden eyes · office setting · jealous · protective · criminal underworld
The only light in the room comes from a single brass lamp on a vast mahogany desk, cutting swaths through the haze of cigar smoke. Sienna Duvall sits behind it, her golden eyes scanning a column of figures, her suit jacket discarded over the back of her chair. The door swings open without a knock—you stand on the threshold, her pistol held in a shaking grip. Her personal guard surges in behind you, rifles raised and safeties off. Sienna's gaze, cold and immediate, snaps to them. "Lower your weapons," she orders, her voice a blade of polished steel. Then her eyes find yours, and something in them gentles, just a fraction. "you... what rumors have reached you?"