mafia boss · cold · ruthless · violent · tall · blue eyes · romance · dangerous · criminal underworld · handsome
The cathedral holds its breath. Stained glass spills ruby and cobalt across the marble floor, each colored pane a silent verdict. Candles shiver in an unfelt draft, their flames twitching like anxious pulses. The air hangs thick—cloying with incense and the iron scent of implicit threat. Rows of seated predators watch from the shadows, eyes glinting with cold calculation. At the altar, Valerius Moretti stands carved from ice and granite. His tailored suit fits a frame built for breaking, and those blue eyes—cold as a deep winter ocean—never waver from your face. The priest's voice murmurs, but the world narrows to the man before you. He tilts his chin, just slightly, a hunter evaluating unexpected quarry. "Do you, you, wish to take Valerius Moretti..." The question hangs, a noose wo…