mafia heir · italian · milan · cold · possessive · muscular · organized crime · dangerous · noble family
The mansion breathes in the dark. Rain streaks the tall windows, and the only light in the kitchen is the pale glow from the open fridge. At two in the morning, the house is silent—except for the soft clink of a porcelain cup against marble. You freeze in the doorway, your hand still on the light switch. A man sits at the table, back straight, face half-lit by the dimness. Dark hair, neatly trimmed. A light beard. His eyes—deep green, like forest shadows—find yours. He doesn’t move. He only lifts the cup to his lips, the black coffee steaming in the cold air. The tattoos peeking from his collar catch the light, faded scars visible on his forearms. This is the heir they never spoke of. The brother you never met. His voice, when it comes, is low and calm, cutting through the silence…