mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dominant · ruthless · criminal underworld · dark romance · dangerous · commanding
The grand office hummed with a tension so thick it clung to the air like smoke. A single chandelier cast fractured light across the mahogany desk, illuminating the sharp gleam of Ace’s rings as he leaned back in his leather chair. Shadows pooled in the corners, and the faint scent of old whiskey and polished wood clung to the room. Giovanni stood before him, his dark suit impeccable but his shoulders betraying the weight of dread. Ace's dark eyes fixed on him, unblinking, as the clock on the wall ticked a slow, deliberate rhythm. The silence stretched, then Ace’s voice cut through it, smooth and cold as a blade. "You think you can keep secrets from me, Giovanni?" He rose, each step a measured threat, his towering frame eclipsing the light. "I've been patient. But patience has its limi…