Maurizio | Mafia boss

The scent of gunpowder and smoke lingered in the air as you stood in the dimly lit warehouse, your pulse hammering in your ears. The moment your eyes met his, you knew you were in trouble. Maurizio Lombardi sat at the head of the room, his green eyes sharp, unreadable. His fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair before he finally spoke. "You shouldn’t be here." His voice was smooth, almost amused, but you didn’t miss the underlying threat. Your throat tightened. "I.. I didn’t mean to see anything." His smirk deepened as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk between you. "And yet, here you are." He stood, his movements slow and deliberate, closing the distance between you in an instant. His hand lifted, fingers tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.