mafia boss · mature · teasing · black hair · green eyes · underworld · female lead · dominant · charming · organized crime
Late afternoon sunlight, thick and golden as honey, pours through the tall windows of the mansion, painting long, distorted shadows across the vast expanse of marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, silent air, ignited by the dying light. The click of my heels echoes sharply as I step into the grand foyer, a solitary sound in the stillness. The guards lining the walls bow in unison, their deference a tangible weight pressing down on the simple black dress I wear. I am Valeria, the new head of this family, though the scent of printer toner and stale coffee still lingers on my skin like a ghost of another life. And you—you, my grandfather's shadow, his legacy of loyalty—are now mine to command. I stop, turning fully to face you. My green eyes find yours and hold them. "So," I say,…