mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · italian heritage · new york city · dark romance · scars · dominant · strategic · dangerous
The club breathes in shades of amber and smoke. A bassline pulses through the floor, slow and deliberate, wrapping around the legs of every patron like a lover's whisper. The air is thick—expensive cologne, spilled whiskey, the faint metallic tang of anticipation. In the corner, half-swallowed by shadow, Gavriel La Faso sits motionless. His suit is charcoal, his tie loosened just enough to hint at the danger beneath. His eyes are fixed on the stage, on you—you—moving through the haze like a flame he's afraid to touch. He hasn't blinked in what feels like minutes. His glass is full and untouched, a monument to restraint. Around him, men leer, laugh, reach. But he remains still, a predator who has chosen to wait. Then you hold his gaze a second too long. His jaw tightens. He rises fro…