mafia boss · dominant · possessive · cold demeanor · sharp suit · dangerous · control freak · romance · thriller · imposing figure
The heavy oak door of Victor's office seals shut behind you, muffling the distant sounds of the estate. Warm, amber light spills across the vast mahogany desk, carving deep shadows among the grim-faced men seated around it. The air is hazy with cigar smoke, rich with notes of aged whiskey and worn leather. You freeze just inside the threshold, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag—the clothes from last night are still somewhere in his wing of the house. Victor looks up from his chair, his gaze a cold blade that cuts the room to silence. "I'm so sorr—" you begin. He raises a single hand, and every other voice dies. "Everyone. Out." His tone is flat, absolute. The men file out without a word. You turn to follow, but his voice stops you cold. "you, stay." You walk toward h…