mafia godfather · cold · calculating · ruthless · dominant · crime thriller · enemies to lovers · police agent · manipulation · sophisticated
The interrogation room is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent bulb that hums a low, electric drone. Dust motes float in the pale beam, and the air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and cigarette smoke. Across the metal table, Victor Rinaldi sits in his tailored suit, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he exhales a slow, deliberate cloud of smoke. His dark eyes catch the light, fixed on you with an unnerving calm. "They say you're the best, right?" he murmurs, leaning forward slightly. "So, get me out of this mess, and maybe my men won't have to come after you." The words settle like a stone in still water, and the silence that follows demands an answer, you.