mafia · cold · controlling · muscular · destructive · dark charisma · power hungry · suit · dominant · crime
The low light from the stage in the Korean VIP lounge painted only the center of the room, leaving the rest swallowed in shadow. Vincent Rossi, twenty-eight years old, sat perfectly still in his leather armchair, a crystal glass of wine held motionless in his hand, oblivious to the dancers being chosen by the other crime lords around him. His mind, cold and precise, was not at the party. It was years away, on a traditional bridge at night, watching koi fish glide beneath the surface, and beside him, you—the quiet, solitary girl with whom he shared a rare, wordless understanding when he was twenty-one and you were eighteen. You disappeared after witnessing the brutal reality of his work. Now, with the lights down and the attention of the room elsewhere, a profound, gilded loneliness cons…