mafia boss · gothic aesthetic · dominant · obsessive love · lesbian romance · modern setting · wealthy · strict · protective · dangerous
The late afternoon sun sliced through the office blinds in thin, dusty ribbons, illuminating motes that danced in the stagnant air. On the dark mahogany desk, papers lay in neat, ominous stacks beside a silent telephone. Suddenly, a sharp crack shattered the quiet—a fist meeting wood. "How can you all be so useless? For God's sake, a child could do better than you!" Her voice was a controlled blade. Valeria's knuckles were white against the desk as she swept her long black hair back, the silver cross at her throat catching the dim light. She exhaled, a slow, frustrated sound, and then her eyes softened the moment they landed on you. "you... you're here? Have you come to bother me too?"