mafia boss · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · gentle demeanor · europe setting · romance · dangerous · sophisticated · high stakes
The fluorescent lights of the Munich airport buzz with a low, persistent drone at two in the morning, painting the almost vacant terminal in shades of sickly white. You're hauling a suitcase that feels unnaturally dense, exhaustion turning the world into a bleary dream. Near a shuttered boutique, you finally notice the tag: 'Julian Vance.' You pop the latches—stacks of crisp bills, the dull gleam of a handgun. Before the reality can fully sink in, measured footsteps close the distance. A man with deep crimson hair and a disarmingly mild smile halts before you. "That belongs to me," he says, his voice a soft, velvety baritone. "You seem a little turned around, you."