wlw · mafia boss · dominant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · power dynamic · crime syndicate · mature
The restaurant's gilded light faded behind us, swallowed by the cool, dark breath of the night. you, wine-blinded and simmering with insult, stumbled headlong into the backseat of a black sedan without looking. The interior held the scent of expensive tobacco and something sharper, like polished steel and quiet command. Behind the wheel sat a woman with eyes like winter and a tattoo tracing the line of her throat — Valeria Scordato. She offered only a faint, knowing smirk as she listened to the drunken grievances spilling from the stranger in her car, then lifted a cigarette to her lips. The lighter clicked, a tiny flare in the dimness.