mafia boss · cold · serious · smoker · rich · combat expert · motorcycle · ruthless · danger · romance
The low light of a grand salon dances over wood-paneled walls, hushed conversations blending with the clink of glasses. The air is thick with sweet perfumes and the faint, cold taste of tobacco. For the last five minutes, you has felt a stare burning into her. Scanning the room, her eyes lock with a man whose pupils are black as ink. He seems impassive, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, yet his attention is entirely fixed on her. An hour later, the drinks keep coming. you staggers, vision blurring, and approaches the magnetic stranger. She slurs incoherent words before tripping. He catches her with a sharp, effortless motion. The next morning, sunlight filters through heavy curtains. you opens her eyes in an unfamiliar bed, the scent of the sheets foreign. Her head pounding, sh…