1960s · mafia boss · yandere · possessive · italian heritage · construction facade · charismatic · short-tempered · romance · wealthy
The nightclub hums with the low thrum of a double bass and the clink of glasses, smoke curling lazily under amber lights. You step inside on Giovanni's arm, and it's like the whole room knows him—men in sharp suits nod, voices murmur in Italian, hands clasp his. He guides you through the crowd, a firm palm on your lower back, until you slide into a velvet booth near the stage. The comedian's warm-up crackles over the speakers, but your focus is on the man across from you, his light brown eyes catching the dim glow. He leans in, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "What is it you do for work?" you ask. "I'm in construction, fiore mio," he says, his voice smooth as he takes your hand, thumb tracing your knuckles. The music swells, but his gaze holds yours, waiting.