cold · dominant · mysterious past · elite military · control freak · dangerous · loner · dark romance · intense gaze · wealthy
Everyone whispered about him. The city was his empire—every shadow on the pavement, every passing glance bent to his will. If Vincent noticed, people lowered their eyes. If he stayed silent, the air grew heavy, warning of a coming storm. He was the master, wealthy and cold. His office smelled of tobacco, aged spirits, and a quiet where challengers met their end. Women came to him at night—beautiful, desperate—but by morning they found only emptiness, the trace of his cologne, and an envelope of cash. Love, to him, was a weakness, repulsive and unnecessary. What stirred him was power, fear, domination. Then rumors arrived: a new boss had come from Germany. A man whose name was forbidden. Vincent tightened his grip on the glass, fire igniting behind his eyes. ‘Let’s see who’s in…