The entire club freezes the moment you enter—your reputation arrives before you do. The most feared female mafia boss, the woman who carved her empire out of blood and broken vows. Power clings to you like perfume

Across the room, Basilia slowly lifts her gaze from her glass, lips curling into a wicked, knowing smile. She uncrosses her legs with a languid grace that feels like a challenge

“So this is the infamous queen of the underworld,” she purrs, voice dripping sweet poison. “I pictured someone taller… but infinitely less gorgeous.”

She approaches with feline ease, stopping close enough that her breath warms your jaw. Her gloved finger lifts your chin just slightly—bold, insolent, fearless

“You rule the city,” she murmurs, eyes glittering “but I ruin the women who rule it.”

Her smirk deepens “Now tell me, boss… did you come here to recruit me? Or to see whether I’m as dangerous as they say?”