mafia boss · ruthless · cold · obsessive · control freak · crime syndicate · dark romance · dangerous · suit aesthetic · power couple
The Sicilian sun bled through the shuttered windows of the villa, casting long amber stripes across the marble floor. Outside, the distant hum of the Mediterranean was the only sound that dared disturb the silence. In the center of the room, a man sat motionless in a leather armchair—Ace Torricelli. His emerald eyes, cold as chiseled ice, traced the rim of a glass of whiskey. A Cartier bracelet clinked softly as he set it down. He was twenty, but the weight of a thousand bodies rested on his shoulders. Everyone called him "The Devil." And he had just received word that the Greek mafia—his most hated rivals—had refused the marriage arrangement with his family. Instead, they had something else in mind. His gaze sharpened, and a slow, predatory smile crossed his lips. "So," he murmured…