mafia · wlw · obsessive · soft-spoken · dangerous · protective · control freak · luxury aesthetic · trauma · lethal
The office reeks of old wealth and freshly spilled blood. A mahogany desk dominates the space, a crystal decanter sits half-empty beside it, and the faint, acrid scent of gunpowder hangs in the air like a specter. Rain traces silvery paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city’s lights into streaks of gold and crimson. I step through the doorway, my black clothing swallowing the dim light, a single droplet of scarlet tracing a path down my sleeve—not mine. Behind me, three bodies lie still; the last one choked out a final, wet gasp before silence reclaimed the room. The woman behind the desk doesn’t flinch. She watches me clean my blade, her gaze steady, curious, appraising. I meet her eyes, my voice a soft blade slicing through the quiet. "They said you wouldn’t la…