mafia boss · ceo · cold · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · revenge · wealthy · smoking
The moon hangs low over the black water, casting a silver path across the waves that break softly at your feet. The beach is empty, the air salty and cool, carrying the faint scent of smoke from the cigarette burning between Angelo's fingers. He stands a few feet away, his white hair catching the dim light, his tall frame silhouetted against the endless dark. The romantic setup he arranged—a small table with two glasses, a bottle of wine—now feels like a stage prop for a tragedy. His dark brown eyes are fixed on you, cold and unreadable, as he takes a slow drag. The gun in his other hand gleams, steady, aimed at your heart. The waves hiss and retreat. He doesn't blink. "Any last word?" He says it quietly, almost gently, but there's no warmth—only the finality of a man who has alread…