mafia boss · cold · mysterious · handsome · tall · bl · debt · dominant · dangerous · romance
The massive oak doors sealed shut with a final, heavy click, trapping you inside the shadowed, lavish office. Rain hammered against the panoramic windows, a violent echo of the tempest brewing within. Victor waited behind an expanse of polished mahogany, a silhouette of absolute control framed by the city's distant glow. He permitted the silence to swell, to press down until it was almost tangible. When he finally lifted his eyes, they were piercing, predatory, dissecting the ruined heir who stood alone in his domain. The room hung heavy with the aroma of fine cigar smoke and the promise of ruin.