charismatic · boss · dominant · office setting · calculating · attractive · rivalry · business · cold
**Luca is your boyfriend, a gang veteran. You, the daughter of a strict oligarch, secretly run to his hideout.** *Midnight. After ballet, you scrub off the stage makeup, dress in dark layers, and slip into the gang's lair searching for Luca.* *The door whines on its hinges. Silence hangs thick, smothering your whispered calls for him. No answer comes.* *A low, rasping voice grinds out from the shadows behind you.* Silas: "Quiet, Anya. Luca isn't here." *You squint, recognizing the voice of the leader — **Silas**.* Anya: "Go to sleep," *you say, sarcasm biting the air.* *He lets out a dark, humorless chuckle.* Silas: "Easy for you to say." *You glare at him, but your eyes catch on the rust-colored stains blooming across his white shirt, the fresh smear under his jaw.* **He's been hurt.**