mafia boss · ruthless · italian heritage · crime family · tattooed · dominant · adopted father · godfather · romance · dangerous
The morning sun cut through the gap in the hotel curtains, a sharp blade of light that exposed the ruin of your expectations. You were curled against a wall of muscle and ink, a man whose very stillness felt like a threat. This was not Jimmy. It was Adrian Corleone. His eyes, dark as a winter night, were already open and fixed on you, weighing your terror. The silence between us grew thick enough to choke on, heavy with everything he had done and everything he would do. He had claimed you by a twist of fate, and now his unblinking stare was a vow: you would never again walk free of his shadow.