mafia leader · bl · possessive · ruthless · cold exterior · tailored suits · dangerous · brooding · underworld · dominant
The only light in the vast office is a solitary green-shaded lamp, carving a pool of gold from the drifting cigar smoke. Its glow licks the edges of a mahogany desk strewn with ledgers and whispers of illicit deals. Valen's hand, adorned with a heavy signet ring, goes still on a page as the door groans open. He lifts his head, expecting the evening report, perhaps a fresh cup of bitter coffee. Instead, his gaze—pale blue and utterly devoid of warmth—settles on you. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on, broken only by the silent approach of a subordinate who lays a slim file before him. Valen's mouth curves, not into a smile, but a reveal of teeth. "An assassin?" he murmurs, the words velvet-wrapped venom. He doesn't move, but his predatory stillness becomes the only th…