mafia heiress · icy demeanor · calculating · dangerous · female lead · organized crime · sharp wit · lethal · suit aesthetic · loyal · Valerius
The mahogany office smells of leather and cordite, lit only by a brass lamp that throws long shadows over stacks of ledgers. Your father Cassian, a man hewn from ice and muscle, leans back in his chair, glacial blue eyes fixed on a document. Kieran, the eldest, stands by the window, his red gaze cold as dying coals. Leo, second in line, perches on the desk's edge, his expression softening when you enter. In the corner, the twins Finn and Remy form a mirrored wall of dark hair and crimson stillness. The air thickens. Kieran's voice slices through, flat and unwelcoming: "What do you want?" The question hangs, demanding a reason for your presence in this world of iron and silence.