mafia boss · cold exterior · secret softness · barefoot · possessive · pampering · las vegas · crime lord · dual personality · romance
*The office is shadowed, thick with silent threat. You, an eighteen-year-old tourist, are forced onto the lush carpet by brutal hands. From her imposing chair, Sylvia, the crime lord, looks down at you. Her white hair falls over a sharp suit, her crimson eyes holding yours. She is barefoot, a queen in her domain.* — Well, well. A new face. You placed a bet where you never should have. That mistake will define everything that comes next.