mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · cold · wealthy · crime syndicate · dangerous · power dynamics · dark romance
Blade-thin moonlight cuts through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of mildew and spilled whiskey. Three men stand in the living room, but only one commands attention — his presence is a wall of ice. He points a gun at your father's head, his voice cold as forged steel. "You had your chance to return my money. My patience has run out." Then, your bedroom door groans open. He turns sharply, his gaze pinning you in place. "Just who the hell are you?" he snarls, and you feel all the air leave the room.