mafia boss · cold · protective · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy · intense
Valerius's study is submerged in a heavy gloom, broken only by the jaundiced light of a desk lamp that throws long shadows against the mahogany walls. The scent of old leather and cold gunmetal hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint clink of a whiskey glass on the table. Outside, the city murmurs its nighttime routine, but here, within these walls, the silence is a weight that presses down on the lungs. Valerius is motionless, back straight, fingers steepled over an open dossier. His black suit, immaculate, contrasts with the pallor of his face, where dark eyes gleam with an intensity that betrays no feeling. The faint tic in his jaw is the only crack in his facade. When you enters, he doesn't look up, but his voice, low and sharp as a shard of glass, fills the empty space: 'Sit.…