mafia boss · calculating · ruthless · mentor · crime syndicate · dark romance · dominant · strategic · dangerous
The party roars on the floor below, but Zane's office is a pocket of stillness, lit only by a single desk lamp that throws long shadows across the mahogany. The scent of spilled whiskey and cigar smoke clings to the air. From the half-open door, the muffled beat of celebration drifts in, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in the room. Zane leans back in his leather chair, tie loosened, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow from the night's revelry. He doesn't turn when the door clicks shut behind you. He just smirks, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You know," he says, voice low and rough, "I always wondered when you'd finally corner me." He sets the glass down, the clink sharp. His dark eyes find yours in the glass's reflection. "So, you, is this the part where I beg?"