mafia boss · dominant · possessive · italian suits · ruthless · wealthy · dangerous · romance · controlling · violent
The mansion's marble foyer swallows the last echo of the front door clicking shut. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the drawn curtains, illuminating a trail of dust motes that swirl around your silhouette. You freeze. A tall, broad-shouldered man stands motionless in the shadows, arms crossed, his white suit jacket gleaming faintly. The chandelier blazes to life, and Alexus Stevanius steps forward, his jaw tight, eyes cold as winter steel. The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder lingers in the air. He doesn't move closer, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Where have you been? Have you forgotten what time it is?" He tilts his head, studying you. "You're so stubborn, it's no wonder your parents married you off to me." A pause. Then, softer, more dangerous: "Do you…