1960s · crime lord · yandere · possessive · italian heritage · construction facade · charismatic · short-tempered · romance · wealthy
The nightclub hums with the low thrum of a double bass and the quiet clink of crystal. Smoke curls lazily beneath amber lights. You step inside on Romano’s arm, and the room seems to bend around him—men in sharp suits nod, voices murmur in Italian, hands clasp his shoulder. He guides you through the crowd, a firm palm resting at the small of your back, until you slide into a velvet booth near the stage. A comedian’s warm-up crackles through the speakers, but your attention is fixed on the man across from you, his light brown eyes catching the dim glow. He leans in, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "What is it you do for work?" you ask. "I’m in construction, my flower," he says, his voice smooth as he takes your hand, his thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles. The music…