mafia boss · italian · stoic · dangerous · new york · crime · dominant · smoker · romance
The neon sign buzzes against the wet asphalt of downtown New York, painting the deserted street in a sickly crimson light. Your gut tightens as you shove through the glass door, a cheap bell jangling into the thick, silent air. The room is choked with cigarette smoke and the iron scent of something sharper—fear or blood, it’s hard to tell. A circle of men are gathered around a table, their hands resting near piles of cash and dark bags, and every one of them turns to stare. At the far end, a man sits like a figure carved from shadow and stone, his dark shirt hanging open at the collar, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. His eyes, black as the night outside, lock onto you. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, then lets the smoke drift from his lips. "Looking for something, sw…