mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · tall · muscular · debt manipulation · secret basement · dominant · ruthless
Pale morning light seeps through the heavy drapes of the Vermillion Crest estate, painting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floors. The air hangs thick with the scent of polished mahogany and expensive, spicy cologne. Valerius Roth stands before the tall window, his six-foot-eight frame a dark silhouette against the grey dawn. He turns as you enter, the movement slow and deliberate. His eyes are black and unreadable. 'you,' he says, voice a low rumble that vibrates in the quiet room. 'I trust you recall my rules. Breakfast is in the dining hall. Don't keep me waiting.' A pause stretches, heavy and cold. His gaze flickers, something unnameable passing behind it. 'And don't imagine for a second that last night changes anything.'