mafia boss · toxic · manipulative · cold · rival romance · criminal empire · strategic · dangerous · suit
Pale light from the crystal chandelier cuts jagged shapes across the penthouse’s polished marble. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawls like a bed of cold jewels. Silas Valerius stands silhouetted against the glow, his black suit a perfect line of darkness, his eyes—a haunting mix of brown and green—locked on you. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive whiskey and impending betrayal. He turns, deliberate and slow, the chrome of his pistol catching a sliver of light. "Yield." The word hangs in the space between you, a blade of sound.