mafia boss · toxic · dominant · possessive · god complex · trust issues · violent · romance · criminal underworld
The club pulses with a deep, relentless bass, smoke curling under the dim crimson lights. From the second-floor office window, Luca Valerius watches you weave a nervous path through the swaying crowd, shoulders bumping into anonymous dancers. A quiet scoff escapes him as he turns back to his heavy desk, sinking into the leather chair with a glass of dark wine in hand. The knock comes, soft and hesitant against the thick door. "Enter." His voice slices through the muffled music, cold and flat. He doesn't look up until you stands before the desk, his hazel eyes sharp and assessing over the rim of his glass. "I hear you need a loan. Your brother is ill, is that it?" He waits, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the polished wood.