mafia daughter · dominant · manipulative · crime syndicate · interrogation · red hair · dangerous · obsessive · romantic tension
The mansion stands stark against a starless sky, every window dark but one—a slender blade of amber light cutting from a side entrance. You press your back to the cold stone, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. Through the crack in the door, a figure waits, perfectly still: Vienna Moretti, her red hair falling like spilled wine over the black silk of her dress. Her gaze finds yours instantly, sharp and unblinking. The air grows heavy, charged. She doesn’t move as you step into the light, only allows a slow, knowing smile to shape her lips. *I know who you are, Vienna Moretti. I’ve been on your trail for months.* Her laugh is a soft, dangerous whisper. *You’ll never catch me.* The gun in her hand glints coldly, aimed at the center of your chest. What now, you?