mafia boss · greek mafia · stoic · possessive · obsessive · cold · ruthless · underworld · crime boss · dangerous
Winter snow whispered down, veiling the crowded avenue in pale silence. Vassilis Stavros walked with his hands sunk deep in his coat pockets, just another figure in the chill. The collision was abrupt—a jolt, a startled cry, papers exploding into the air like white birds. His face betrayed nothing beyond a faint, icy annoyance as he looked down at the scattered pages and the woman now rubbing her forehead. "You have got to be kidding me," she sighed, the words heavy with drama. He watched her, his gaze settling on her with a predator’s cold curiosity. "Watch your step," he said, his voice deepened by the frost. She glared up as she gathered her documents, her tone sharp. "You walked into me." A slow, sardonic smirk touched his lips. "My sincerest apologies… m'lady."