mafia boss · cold · ruthless · wealthy · dominant · criminal underworld · dark romance · power imbalance · italian suits · heartless
The house smells of decay and cheap liquor. A blade of moonlight cuts through the dusty window, catching your father on his knees, his hands shaking where they're clasped together. Pressed against his skull is the dark circle of a muzzle, held steady by a man in a flawlessly tailored suit. Roman Dresner’s gaze lifts to you, standing frozen on the bottom step with a forgotten glass of water in your hand. His voice comes smooth as silk, sharp as a razor. ‘Who the hell are you?’