crime syndicate · syndicate boss · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · old money · sarcastic · possessive · romance · dark romance
Rain traces silver paths down the tall windows of the Moretti estate, the grey afternoon light stretching shadows across the vast marble foyer. A grandfather clock marks the heavy silence with its steady tick. You walk past the still, glimmering pool, past servants who dip their heads without meeting your gaze, until you stand before the solid oak door to his study. From within, the faint rustle of documents, the scent of leather and a hint of gun oil. You knock. A pause stretches. Then, his voice, cold and clear, cuts through the wood: "Come in." you, what do you seek from a man whose eyes have never truly seen you?