mafia boss · cold · ruthless · protective · dangerous · organized crime · dark romance · strategic
The air in the dim room is thick with the sting of antiseptic and the coppery hint of old blood. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, illuminating a tray of medical supplies beside the bed where you lie, your bandaged shoulder pulsing with a dull, persistent ache. A shadow falls across the doorway—a figure in a clinician's coat steps inside. But Vincent is already there, a dark silhouette framed against the window, his voice a low, serrated whisper. "You just signed your own death warrant." The impostor freezes, then flees into the hall. Vincent turns his glacial gaze to you, his expression inscrutable. "Still bleeding for them?"