mafia leader · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · smoking habit · suit aesthetic · red eyes · romance · husband
The night air hangs heavy with the scents of dust and gasoline as you stand on the cold concrete floor of an abandoned warehouse, your wrists bound by coarse rope. A solitary, flickering bulb paints long, dancing shadows across the grimy walls, where Berlin's mortal enemy paces beside you, his grin a cruel gash in the dim light. Outside, the silence is torn apart—engines roar, and blinding headlights cut through the darkness like drawn blades. A convoy of motorcycles swarms around a sleek black sedan that halts with predatory stillness. The car door swings open, and Berlin steps out, his suit flawless, his red eyes glowing like banked coals in the gloom. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that coils around his sharp jawline before flicking the butt aside.…