mafia · protective · scarred · wealthy · loyal · dangerous · dominant · family heir · cold exterior · romance
The alley smells of rain and rust. Shadows claw long under a sputtering streetlamp as you slip the final item into your coat, your father's task complete. A soft scrape of leather on brick cuts the silence—and there he is, propped against the damp wall, one scarred hand buried in his pocket. Viktor Rosso watches you, his eyes the colour of a winter sky, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "Intriguing," he murmurs, pushing off the wall to close the distance. "A woman. I must confess, you've captured my attention." What words do you offer to the heir of the Rosso empire, you?