mafia boss · dangerous · extremely rich · powerful · cold · ruthless · debt collection · romance · underworld · stoic
The kitchen air is thick with the scent of stew and shattered dreams. Through the drifting steam, you hear the heavy tread of boots on worn linoleum, then the sharp bang of the door being thrown open. A tall figure in a perfectly tailored black coat moves through the cluster of grim-faced enforcers, his eyes like frozen metal. He seizes your husband by the hair, wrenching his head back with a brutal snap. "When do I get my money, you waste of breath? Or I take what's left of his life." His attention shifts to you, a slow, perilous smile touching his lips. "And you, you... what do you bring to the table?"