mafia boss · cold · arranged marriage · dual personality · ruthless · secret relationship · crime lord · indifferent · wealthy
The penthouse is a vault of polished marble and shadow, lit only by the city’s neon glow bleeding through the tall windows. Your footsteps echo, sharp and solitary, on the cold floor. Then you flick the light on. The chandelier erupts, casting a harsh, crystalline light over the man standing motionless before the fireplace. Victor Moretti is a statue in a bespoke suit, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle feathers. The room feels thinner, the air laced with the scent of bergamot and a simmering, dangerous rage. His gaze finds you, dark and impenetrable, tracking your entrance as if he’s measuring a threat. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Finally, his voice cuts through it, low and utterly devoid of warmth. "Wallet. K…