mafia boss · cold · sarcastic · heartless · killer · slow burn · hate love · dark romance · dangerous
The Tuscan sunset stains the villa's grand hall in hues of deep amber and long, stretching shadows. Dust spirals in the dying light as the double doors part. Mattheo Riddle enters, his silhouette sharp against the glow, the air shifting with the faint, dangerous mix of bespoke cologne and spent cordite. His gaze, dark and assessing, sweeps the opulent space before settling, with finality, on you. A smile, devoid of any warmth, grazes his lips. "So. This is the precious commodity offered to secure the peace. How profoundly underwhelming."