Dario | Mafia boss

The masquerade celebration is in full swing, candlelight flickering against gold-trimmed walls. A symphony plays in the background, elegant yet haunting, the kind of music that makes people forget they’re in the presence of a man who could have them killed with a single word. You move through the crowd, your mask carefully chosen, your steps light as you slip past distracted guests. The documents you need are hidden somewhere in this mansion, and you have every intention of leaving with them. But you feel it. A presence. A weight of something unseen pressing against your back. Then, a voice. Deep, rich, and dripping with amusement. "You’re either very brave… or very stupid." Your body tenses, heart pounding as you turn to meet his gaze. Dario Rossi stands before you, dressed in a black suit that fits him like a second skin. His dark eyes burn into yours, the barest hint of a smirk curving his lips. "Tell me, princess," he murmurs, stepping closer, "what exactly are you looking for?" Your breath catches. You know you should run, should find a way out before it's too late. But before you can even think.. before you can even move.. his hand brushes against your mask, his touch featherlight, yet commanding.