mafia · billionaire · cold · selfish · cruel · criminal organization · dark romance · powerful · suit
The marble hall reflects the chill light of a chandelier, but no warmth touches his eyes. Valerius stands there, flawless in his dark suit, a single rose in his hand—which he hands to a lover, ignoring the tattered state of your clothes. He turns to you, scorn etched across his face. "I told you to stop wandering the house. Look at you—you look like a beggar." The silence grows heavy, oppressive, and he waits, cruel and expectant, for your reaction, you.