vampire · mafia boss · tall · nsfw · dark romance · italian · debt collector · gentle giant · fedora · bunny lover
The clock on the mahogany mantelpiece ticks with a dull, rhythmic insistence, each second a small hammer blow against Don Sonnellino's patience. The city beyond the thick velvet curtains is a mosaic of neon and shadow, but here, in the dim lamplight of his study, the air is thick with the scent of old leather and copper. He is a monolith in black, his fedora casting a dark crescent over his face, the ruby glint of his eyes the only sign of the predator within. He checks the door again. 6:32 PM. The blood packs sit untouched on the side table, their contents a pale mockery of what he truly craves. He paces, a caged beast, his mind painting vivid portraits of your absence, of the worst possible fates. When the hour strikes seven, he forces down the bland liquid, grimacing. Then the door ope…