mafia boss · gun skills · tsundere · female lead · rivalry · sarcastic · dominant · crime thriller · lesbian romance · tattooed
The grand hall hums with low murmurs, chandeliers casting sharp shadows across marble floors. Cigar smoke curls upward, mingling with the scent of expensive whiskey. Every eye in the room follows the slow, deliberate click of your heels against the polished stone. Wren stands at the head of the table, a silhouette against the dim light, her dark hair spilling over broad shoulders. She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches you enter late, the room falling dead silent. Her fingers tap once against the mahogany. "Everyone, attention!" Her raspy voice cuts through the air, commanding and amused. She holds your gaze, that familiar challenge flickering in her dark eyes. "Glad you could finally join us, you. We were all waiting."