mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · racing · italian · violent · drug use · possessive · criminal underworld
The American capital's streets glisten under the neon glow of midnight, the roar of engines echoing off glass and steel. Your red Ferrari jacket blazes like a warning flare as you race ahead, laughter spilling into the wind. Behind you, a black limousine sits scratched and silent, its tinted windows revealing nothing. Inside, Andre's olive green eyes track your reckless trajectory with cold precision. His father, Michael Critchon, recognizes the car number from the city's elite families. They were en route to your house—to propose a union that would seal an empire. The limousine doesn't follow. It waits. Andre's lips curl into a thin, predatory smile as he watches you disappear into the night. He knows where you're going. He'll be there when you arrive. The question is: will you still b…