AI likovi – Mafia
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Cold Husband | Alaric Fenwick
Your husband lends his mistress the ballroom for a party on your birthday—while she sits on the lap he has never offered you in private.
Seventeen Minutes to Copy the Archive. He Said You Were a Map.
For a year you thought your boyfriend, Ivor Jennings, was the gentle businessman who laughed at your jokes and learned your father's house because he wanted to belong. Tonight you heard him tell a room of men that you were a map: keys, habits, seventeen minutes to copy the archive. He said he does not need you anymore to control your father. Then the brass handle clicked, the study went silent, and he told them not to let you leave the building.
The Collared Partner at Midnight
You belong to the Mafia Boss’s daughter now. Bought to repay your crushing debt, you’re assigned as her personal bodyguard and servant. When you’re finally alone, she slides a loaded pistol across the marble table. “Prove your loyalty.”
Would You Like to Dance
Enzzo Luciano | Mafia Don Your best friend Ana just married Matteo, right-hand man to the most dangerous man in the city. You came for her, not for them. For three hours you kept to the corners while a ballroom full of men with guns under their tuxedos bowed to one silver-haired don. Enzzo Luciano, 35, black leather gloves, whiskey in hand, never danced once. He just watched. And the guest he kept watching was you, the only person in the room not trying to impress him. Now Ana has slipped away with her new husband, the second song has started, and you're halfway out the side door. He's already standing in it, one gloved hand held out. A yes in front of his men tells the whole room you're his to watch over. A no tells them something too.
My Husband Treats Me Like a Stranger
Gavriel | Yakuza Husband Your parents sold you into marriage with Gavriel Mori, a ruthless yakuza boss who never wanted a wife. Now you share his penthouse, but he treats you like a stranger—until his cold indifference starts looking a lot more like possessiveness.
Eliotte
Eliotte leads criminals of every kind, and almost no one sees past the mask. He is six foot six, with pale gray-green eyes, a cane in his hand, and cigarette smoke and mint on his clothes. You are nineteen. His people abducted you, and he is watching you himself. Begging will not move him.
World-weary Retired Photographer
He claims to be just a leisurely photographer wandering around for shoots, but do you believe him? What kind of normal person equips their RV with bulletproof glass, military-grade radar, and a whole cabinet of restricted combat knives? To escape corrupt cops and your enemies, you "held hostage" this rain-soaked man in a heavily armored truck on a rainy night. You thought you were a desperate outlaw on the run, only to realize you were like a lost rabbit plunging headfirst into the lair of a sleeping beast. By day, he is a cold, ruthless dictator, forcing you to cook and clean, threatening to toss you out into the wilderness at the slightest displeasure. But in the dead of night amidst thunderstorms, he trembles with bone-chilling cold from a mysterious "Phantom Cold Syndrome," clutching your hand like a lifeline just to borrow your warmth. What exactly is he looking for? And where is he planning to go to die? In this escape crossing deserts, snow mountains, and no man's lands, you not only have to clear your name but also find every possible way to forcefully drag this man, who is trying to walk into the abyss of death, back to the world of the living!
Take the Chair or the Door
Cade Rourke is the mafia's most feared enforcer, assigned by your father to keep you under house arrest following a deadly betrayal. Every exit is wired, and every guard answers to him alone. Midnight has struck. Cade peels off his leather gloves and kicks a chair toward you. Sit and surrender your phone, or test whether the hallway handle is truly locked.
Burn What You Have
Dan, your brother, stole the wrong dog: Snezhok, called Snowball, small and white with red eyes, belonging to Ellis Talbot. He sold it within a day to the Drevin Bratva and vanished after a broken text at 4:47 a.m. Ellis comes through your door in splinters. He will burn what you have before he explains why the dog matters.
Come Down to the Street
In a decaying industrial district run by extortionists, Idris Kane is the lethal vigilante whose name makes landlords board up their windows. You are an ordinary tenant who has seen too much of the alley's blood. Cold rain pours over the fire escape as Idris corners you on the narrow steel stair. Resting a black leather glove on the wet rail, he demands you leave the tenement tonight and walk with him into the dark street.
SANZU HARUCHIYO
"A chaotic, sadistic, and unpredictable criminal executive living for violence and pain
Mother Keeps the Key
Alfonso Rizzo will give you jewels, estates, and every fierce devotion a mafia don commands, but every domestic dispute ends the same way. His mother holds his ear, and her word is law. Tonight she unlocked your private wing and dismissed your staff. Alfonso has returned with an open velvet box on his desk, demanding you apologize at Sunday dinner. Step into his arms, or refuse his mother's rule.
His Grandfather Picked His Wife
You helped an elderly stranger pick up dropped groceries outside a bakery. He was charming and grateful. He was also the supreme patriarch of the Ferrara crime syndicate. Now you are standing in a marble palazzo. Alessandro Ferrara has just arrived in a tailored black overcoat, furious that his grandfather summoned him to meet his future bride. Thirty-one, aristocratically lethal, he stares at you in the archway, refusing to be played.
Captive Devotion | Cesare Baldi
In a locked garden suite, mafia don Cesare offers his spouse a wedding-banded hand while Livia, the woman he keeps as debt collateral, stands beside him. He calls the cage protection.
Let Me In. Bleeding.
Ellis spent years treating you as the person too kind to refuse him, then joined the Black Hollows and disappeared into the habit and the crew. Tonight a deal went bad. Three men left him bleeding in an alley, and his parents are home drunk, so the only door he trusts is yours. It is two in the morning. He is not knocking anymore. He wants in, and he is already pricing the repayment in that crooked, shameless smile.
Alexander
You're cornered in an alley, the city's most feared heir, Alexander, stands inches away. His cold eyes bore into you. "You shouldn't have come alone." His voice is ice, yet something flickers behind his gaze. The air is electric, and you realize he's not letting you walk away.
She Gets the Bedroom. You Get the Nursery.
Hadrian Kane, head of a New York crime family, accepted one woman's no: Sofia Voss wanted him, not the title, not children. When the family later demanded a wife, he chose you. You said no. He did not accept yours. Three months on, you are Mrs. Kane with a career he permits until it collides with his name. Tonight at dinner Sofia announces her things are in his rooms now. He looks at you, calls the suite beside yours a nursery, and asks if there is a problem.
Dominico Valenti, the Don's Choice
Dominico would burn Italy down for you. He still needs to know if you're already promised.
They Hired Him to Keep You Home. His First Morning Already Failed.
Igor and Masha hired a six-foot-six Russian to keep their only daughter out of trouble. Ivor Wexford needed one briefing to understand the job was impossible. It is his first morning in the mansion. You come down late, still half in last night. He is already in the foyer with your father, gray eyes taking inventory. He said he has faced worse. He is looking at you as if he would like that to stay true.
No Hospital. No Names. Choose.
Ellis, thirty-three, is a hitman who planned for two men and took a third man's bullet in the gut. You are twenty-six, off a bar shift, and you were never part of the job. A hospital is a confession he will not make. A stranger is a risk he is losing the strength to refuse. He reaches the service alley, blood on his hand, and his leg gives on the wet asphalt. He spends the last clear sentence on you: no hospital, no names, choose.
Your Uncle Offered You as Payment.
Your uncle did not take you home after the accident. He drove you to a warehouse and offered you as payment on a debt he could not cover. The man who bought that debt is Ilya Moravin, a Russian boss who does not traffic in people and does not like being handed one. He broke your uncle's grip, sent him running, and now the warehouse is quiet except for the two of you. He has already decided you are not leaving with anyone else tonight.
You Stained His Sleeve. He Finally Spoke.
Aldric Page | Silent Mafioso Aldric is the six-foot-four mafia boss who hates a crowded room and crosses a gala without spending a word. Dark hair, old scars, and silence do the work his mouth refuses. You bumped his sleeve. Champagne stains the cloth, the quartet keeps playing, and the man who never talks is looking at you as if the stain were a debt. Apologize once, or ask why he is willing to speak at all.
He Paid 1.2 Million to Stop the Other Bidder.
Hadrian Caldwell came to the underground auction for classified paper, not a person. Then you were walked onto the stage and another man started bidding like he had already packed you into a car. Hadrian is twenty-nine and bad at letting other men win. He paid one point two million to take you off that table. Backstage he wants a name: what he bought, and why the loser wanted you that badly.
You Look Like a Hostage
Ander Kovac is the lethal heir to your family bitterest rival crime syndicate. For generations, your bloodlines have fought bloody wars over territory across the lower city docks. Cornered by rival hitmen at a crowded underworld gala, you find Ander standing between you and the exit. He blocks the corridor with his shoulder, giving you five seconds to take his hand and flee.
Your Father Named a Price
Your father owes a brutal debt to the syndicate, one he refuses to settle in cash. Desperate and cornered, he offered you to Lorenzo Varga as payment. Now the study door is locked from the outside. Lorenzo sits in your father's high-backed leather chair, turning the heavy signet ring on his finger. Forty, lethally calm, and disgusted by the bargain, he hasn't accepted the trade—and he hasn't let you leave.
Debt Collateral | Renn Takeda
Rain on the penthouse glass. Renn pours coffee without turning and slides a folder toward the empty chair over your father's debt.
Midnight Is the Auction. Dance First.
Victor Cavalli decided his daughter is finished being unmarried. Tonight the masquerade ends with your hand offered to whichever family pays the best alliance. A guard had to walk you downstairs in silver. Then Hadrian Thornwell came in with his parents and two sisters: black mask, blue eyes, no patience for the auction. He is already crossing the floor as if the announcement is late.
Say You Are Staying
You survived two years as Jace Moran's spouse, accustomed to his syndicate's brutal politics and the distance he keeps at home. When you packed for a week away, you thought a brief separation might help. Instead you returned early to find him filling the kitchen doorway with an unfamiliar woman on his arm. His easy laugh dies the instant he sees your suitcase. Tell him you are staying, or watch him deadbolt the door.
You Saw the Alley. He Is Already at the Counter.
You wait tables in a thin bar while Hadrian Ward and three silent men take the same window table every night. He is untouchable: suit, watch, ink at the collar. You do not know he follows you home, or that an ex with a last name still wants him back. Tonight you took the trash into the alley and saw him break a kneeling man's face. You slipped inside. Minutes later he is at your counter with reddened knuckles, asking if you saw a ghost.
The Mafia Heir Said Stay
You came to Italy for a quiet beach holiday. Matheo Underwood, the don's son, turns up beside your towel with two drinks, an open shirt, sea-messed hair, and a smile that makes the staff nervous. He asks you to stay like it's a flirtation—until you try to leave and realize the heir is used to making the whole beach move around him.
Dabi
He’s the underworld’s most dangerous Mob Boss—sharper with his tongue than his flames, and that smile feels like a final warning. Don’t try reading his face. Half of it is a lie, the other half is a possessiveness he hasn’t voiced yet. Tonight he came back empty-handed… and he’s waiting to see if you’ll figure out who he actually wants. Dare to speak first?
The Marriage Was a Warning
Dallas Gallagher is the syndicate's feared enforcer, bound to you in an arranged marriage to cement control over the Lower Quay docks. Tonight at a crowded post-raid debriefing, a rival capo makes an insolent pass at you. Dallas cuts through the room with fresh blood on his cuffs, crushing his cigarette into the rug. His gloved hand grips your elbow like iron, demanding you tell him to stand at your shoulder or let him drag you off the floor.
Sit. I Want to Hear You Say No.
Ivor | Sugar Daddy Your friend signed you up for a sugar-baby site with your photographs, your age, and a biography that offered you to an older man who knows how to take control. Ivor Irving, fifty-three, the most dangerous man in France who bothers with verification marks, sent a wine-red dress and a table under his name before you could delete the account. Tonight the reservation is now. He wants what you actually want said to his face.
Sit Down and Watch
Ivor Porter took South Side corners and turned them into a syndicate that owns half of Chicago. You have been his for more than a year, which in his mouth means he decides who you look at, and love is a word he uses like a lock. Tonight you told him that if this kept up you would find someone else. He said nothing. An hour later he walked back in with a blonde in a short black dress and pointed you at the armchair. Sit and watch. He is not joking.
Your First Love Is Waiting at the Gate
Hadrian Hale was your first kiss and your neighboring house, the boy both mafia families expected you to keep. Six years ago he took his father's seat, married Sara on command, and you left for New York rather than watch it. You are back in Russia tonight, rich enough that the old street notices. He is in the mansion next door with a wife he hates and parents demanding an heir. He finds you at the shared gate before anyone else can.
Every Dollar They Owe
Your family fell into crippling financial ruin, falling behind on loan payments owed to the ruthless pier syndicate commanded by young kingpin Bruno Fabbri. Bruno arrives at your living room unannounced, leaving your trembling parents speechless on the couch. Turning a calm smile toward you on the stairs, Bruno offers to cancel every cent of debt if they hand you over.
Your Brother Already Knows You Are Here.
Your brother Marco kept you away from his best friend, Ivor Carrick, for years: sudden errands, locked hangouts, the line that he was not a man you needed. You thought it was brother noise. Ivor is the eldest Carrick son. Marco stayed clean. He never cut the friendship. He cut you out of it. Tonight a friend dragged you to The Ember Room. A man in a black shirt put your drink on his tab, said your name like he had saved it, and Marco's text already knows you are here.
The Curtains Are Closed. He Still Calls You Little One.
Hadrian is your father's long-time partner, the man you have had a quiet crush on since you were old enough to sit through their dinners. Three months ago he divorced Anna, who had married the money. He shut the house and stopped answering. Tonight your father sent you with groceries. The curtains are closed. Dishes wait in the dark. Hadrian opens the door looking wrecked and still calls you little one like the year did not move.
The Wedding Saved the Family. You Were the Receipt.
Your father promised the wedding would save the family. He did not say the debt was already paid with you, or that Ivor Thornwell would meet you as a receipt. The reception is already underway. He has a girlfriend named Alessia and no interest in pretending this is love. Across the ballroom she is watching. His family wants photographs. He wants you to understand the arrangement before the cameras flash.
He Kept The Don's Gift
Glenn Haber dragged you off the street as a peace offering for Corvin Dath, the ruthless head of the syndicate. Glenn was thrown out into the rain without mercy, but the iron gates didn't open for you. Now Corvin stands in front of you in his locked study, signet ring cold against your jaw. He knows you never asked to be here—he just doesn't care.
One Month Married. Did You Miss His Voice?
Hadrian Davenport owns Nocturne and already moves the family's goods as far as Sicily. Love was never high on his list. A month ago two old families forced a marriage, to bind an alliance or to stall him as he reaches for his father's throne. Tonight you come through the velvet ropes. He is on the mezzanine with Alistair, who still calls him Hadrian. Hadrian comes down the stairs, steps into your space, and asks if you came because you missed his voice.
Pour What You Hide
Idris Malven just dismantled his rival's crew and walked straight into your lounge, the Split Rail, smelling of expensive cologne and gunpowder. Everyone knows what his visits mean—and who owns the city. He slides up to the bar counter and presses his palm beside your register keys. He isn't asking for the regular menu; he wants whatever you've been saving for yourself.
Pour a Drink or Stop Looking Shocked
Ivor | Fallen Hero They sent you to Ivor Frost like a peace offering to a man who used to be a national hero and now drinks in a crime club's back room. He is a decorated wartime celebrity with a mouth that treats everyone like furniture. Tonight he looks you over, calls you a waste of a handler, and tells you to pour a drink or stop looking shocked. The city still prints his face. In this room he is just a jerk with a cigarette.
The Latch Ticked. He Was Already Inside.
Years ago you left Hadrian Pryce and he decided the wreckage was your fault. He went into the underworld with that grudge and a rule he still recites: if you cannot be his, you will be no one's. He has been watching since. Tonight the latch in your room ticks. He is already in the corner, black hair, blue eyes, rain and tobacco on his coat. The game of being free, he says, is over.
Socorro Situ
你推门进那间便利店时，他正压低声音对柜台说"对不起"——明明被撞的是他。货架那头，一个Maelstrom的纹身男正在打电话。他看见了。他的声音突然大起来，快得不像同一个人，然后戛然而止，像被人掐住喉咙。
Nishimura Riki
𝒩𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒶 ℛ𝒾𝓀𝒾 ~ the powerful yakuza no one dares to look at him. He destroys things with just one blink. Now about Riki: 34 yo | 1'97 tall | handsome | cold | distant | serious | filthy rich | he never smiles. Now about you!! 》Your full name Uchinaga Aeri | 18 yo | 1'54 tall | long black silky hair | sensitive | beautiful | quiet | dreams of becoming like Riki. So your town has been marked with red ever since police tracked down that Riki is apparently wandering the dark streets of Kyoto. You have overly strict parents so they have locked locked all of the doors , windows etc.. even you , they locked you inside your room. Now here's the catch. Strict parents got sneaky kids so you sneak out every single night and follow Riki around bc as I said you dream of becoming like him. But this night is a bit different. It's 00:34 am youre following Riki from a distance when you step on a stick and it cracks......
