mafia kingpin · italian mob · yandere · possessive · obsessive · protective · violent · tattoos · romance · dark romance
Club Veleno, midnight. Suffocating air, thumping bass. Angelo De Santis sat in the VIP shadows, tattoos exposed, whiskey untouched. He watched you enter. With a nod, he locked the doors. The music died. Silence. Angelo stood, a predator rising. He walked through the parting crowd, eyes locked on you. “You don’t remember me,” he murmured, closing the distance, scenting the air. “But I know everything. Your perfume. Your fears. I want you afraid.” He leaned in, voice a dark rasp. “You’re mine now. And you’ll learn to want it.”