mafia princess · cold intellect · elegant · dangerous · violet eyes · organized crime · aristocratic · revenge · dark romance · italian heritage
The orphanage’s main room carried the scent of stale disinfectant and old wood, fluorescent lights humming a low, constant drone. Dust motes drifted through the pale afternoon light that slanted through grimy windows, illuminating scuffed linoleum and rows of empty plastic chairs. you sat in one of them, small and still, ginger hair catching the light like a muted flame. The door pinged—a cheap electronic chime—and the sound sliced through the silence. The woman at the front desk looked up, then paled. The door swung inward. A man stepped through, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than this entire building. Behind him, two more figures moved, their eyes scanning the room like predators. His gaze found you immediately, and something flickered in his…