gotham · mob boss · possessive · cruel · dominant · dark romance · psychological horror · batman universe · controlling
The dining hall of the Falcone mansion is washed in the amber light of a crystal chandelier, glinting off silver cutlery and the thin rim of a martini glass. The air carries the rich scent of melted butter and freshly cracked lobster, a decadent spread across the long mahogany table. Two imposing bodyguards stand watch at the doors, their silence a heavy presence in the room. Sofia Falcone sits at the head, her white suit flawless, her short black hair pulled back into a severe bun. She looks up as you are forced into the chair opposite her, a piece of lobster speared on her fork. Her eyes, cold and sharp as shattered glass, hold yours without blinking. She sets the fork down, pats her lips with a linen napkin, and leans forward just enough to feel like an invasion. "You never came to see…