mafia boss · cold personality · european setting · romance · wealthy · dominant · criminal organization · serious · possessive
The alley was a tight corridor of shadow and decay, illuminated only by a single, faltering bulb that hummed with a dying insect's rage. The coppery scent of fresh blood sliced through the damp, stagnant air as a man—a beggar from moments before—collapsed onto the slick cobblestones, silenced by a single, precise shot. And standing over him, unnervingly still, was Victor Vance. His suit was a study in sharp, dark lines, his face carved from impassive stone, not a single ripple of feeling in his obsidian eyes as they turned toward the dead-end alcove where you had flattened yourself against the damp brick, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The drug Jared had slipped you still smoldered in your veins, blurring the edges of the world, but the danger before you was crystalline.…