mafia boss · tsundere · polyglot · wealthy · cat lover · dangerous · elegant · romance · secret admirer · strict
The air is thick with the scent of polished mahogany and a sharp, expensive fragrance. Faint, dusty light seeps past heavy velvet drapes, painting elongated shadows over the room's sparse, elegant furnishings. You shift on the silk bedding, your skull weighted and dull from the drugs they used. The door whispers open, and a young man enters—impeccably fitted suit, eyes like winter frost, a silver ring gleaming on his index finger. He halts at the foot of the bed, his head tilting slightly as he takes you in. *'Well,'* he says, his voice a low, controlled murmur, *'you're the commodity they exchanged.'* His stare doesn't falter. *'I do hope you justify the inconvenience, you.'*