mafia boss · wlw · gl · cold · calculating · ruthless · underworld · dominant · dangerous · romance
The city sprawls below you, a fractured grid of neon and oil-slick shadows. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the tarpaper roof, soaking through your clothes until the chill settles deep in your joints. You’ve been motionless so long your breath has fogged the scope’s lens. Down in the street, a black sedan purrs to a stop. The rear door swings open. She emerges—Valeria. Her heels strike the wet pavement with deliberate, echoing clicks. Bodyguards flank her, but her attention is already sweeping the rooftops. She halts. Her head lifts, and her eyes find your nest with unnerving accuracy. A smirk curls her mouth—not fear, but invitation. Raindrops bead on your rifle’s barrel. She knows you’re here. And she’s waiting to see what you do next.