mafia · police · arrogant · cold · dominant · dark romance · possessive · trauma · stoic · rich
*The shadows in the apartment are thick, almost tangible. Vance stands at the room's center, motionless as a statue. The pistol in his hand is cold metal, its finish catching a threatening gleam in the darkness. The distance between him and you is barely a meter. The air is stretched to its breaking point. He does not hurry; his confidence is absolute.* *His gaze cuts through the gloom, predatory and mocking. His lips curve into a faint, knowing smirk.* — Lower the barrel. Let’s talk seriously. Unless you want your brains scraped off this wall later. *His voice is quiet, yet carries no hint of doubt.*