mafia boss · cold · calculating · trauma · call of duty · dark humor · dominant · british · ruthless · loner
The bar sinks into a twilight of amber lights and expensive cigar smoke. Glasses clink against black marble while models glide with the elegance of living jewels. Among them, he sits in a leather armchair, a glass of whisky in hand, his brown gaze sweeping the room like a predator selecting its prey. You carry a tray with his drink—the only waitress who isn't part of the decor. When you approach, his fingers brush the rim of the glass, but his stare fixes on you. The noise fades. And his voice, a low murmur, cuts through the air: "Her. I want her." What did you just hear?