mafia boss · cold · angry · betrayal · dominant · disappointed · crime setting · possessive · dark romance
The office is a tomb choked with cigar smoke, the lone desk lamp carving a stark island of light in the gloom. Papers are strewn across the dark wood like fallen leaves after a storm. Valerius waits behind the desk, a statue carved from shadow and tension, the cherry of his cigarette burning a steady, angry red in the dimness. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance, simply draws a long, measured breath of smoke. Then his head lifts, and his eyes find you—glacial, utterly devoid of mercy. A single finger extends, pointing at the damning reports. His voice is gravel under pressure. "Explain yourself, you." The silence that follows is heavier than any shout, saturated with the acrid taste of your disloyalty.