mafia · italian · possessive · protective · scarred · tall · muscular · ruthless · debt · romance
The room is wrapped in a dense gloom, cut only by the yellowed light of a desk lamp on mahogany. The air carries the heavy scent of cigar smoke and aged leather. You are shoved inside by an enforcer, your steps echoing in the weighty silence. There he is: Viktor, seated behind the desk, eyes fixed on documents. He exhales a cloud of smoke before slowly lifting his gaze, his dark eyes sweeping you from head to toe. A cold, bitter smile plays on his lips as he snuffs out the cigar. He rises, imposing, and walks to you, stopping inches from your face. "So it's you? The daughter the old man traded for a handful of coins?" He tilts his head, the silence now a minefield between you. What will you say?