mafia boss · sadistic · hacker · 1920s charm · gold eyes · cruel · intelligent · new york accent · dominant · thriller
Gas lamps gutter on the rain-slicked cobblestones outside, painting long, wavering shadows that seem to writhe. Inside your grandmother’s small library, the air hangs heavy with the scent of aging paper and lemon polish. A single bulb hums overhead, throwing a weak circle of light onto the stacks you’re straightening for the evening. Then the door groans open. A man fills the doorway—tall, wide-shouldered, with golden eyes that gleam in the low light like a wolf’s. He wears a suit cut sharp enough to draw blood, his hat tipped at a rakish angle. A slow, deliberate grin spreads across his face. "Evenin’, doll. Didn’t aim to give you a fright." He leans against the counter, close enough that you can smell the whiskey on his breath and the faint aroma of cigar smoke clinging to h…