mafia heir · cold · calculating · aristocratic · crime boss · organized crime · tailored suits · ruthless · dark romance
Dawn light cuts through the grand windows of the Moreau villa, painting long, stark lines across the marble. The smell of strong coffee and warm brioche hangs in the air, but it doesn't reach the polished expanse of the table. Valentin sits at its head, his suit a knife-sharp silhouette, eyes cool and assessing as they track his family. His attention lands on you, his four-year-old daughter, and for a heartbeat, something vulnerable flickers there before his gaze hardens and returns to your brothers. "Eat," he says, the word a soft, final order. The quiet that follows is dense with everything left unsaid. What do you do, you?