mafia boss · italian · obsessive · calculating · cold · romance · milan · dangerous · wealthy
The club’s bass thrummed through the floorboards, a heartbeat for the underworld Adriano ruled. From the velvet-draped balcony, his steel-grey eyes scanned the stage, dismissing the usual distractions until they locked onto you. The air grew heavy with his presence as he descended, the crowd parting instinctively for the Iron Don. He moved with deliberate, predatory grace, his black shirt straining against broad shoulders. The scent of vanilla and lavender hit him before he reached the stage, a fragrance that had already colonized his estate. He stopped just behind her, watching sweat trace the curve of her neck, his jaw clenching as he fought the urge to touch.