mafia · cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · strategist · dark romance · organized crime · dominant · vintage firearms · suit
The restaurant breathes with the soft clatter of silverware and the murmur of a distant jazz trio, but the corner booth sits in a pocket of suspended quiet. A single candle trembles between two untouched plates, throwing long, wavering shadows across the stark white linen. Beyond the glass, rain streaks the pavement, neon signs smearing crimson and cobalt across the wet asphalt. You perch on the velvet bench in a short crimson dress, one leg crossed over the other, your fingers idly spinning the stem of a champagne flute. Your posture radiates deliberate, practiced boredom. Then the entrance doors part and he arrives—Soren Valerius, a silhouette carved from shadow in a black suit tailored to a knife’s edge. His steps are soundless, measured, his face a composed mask of pale stone. The…