mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · italian · secret affair · cold · obsessive · dangerous · steel bracelets
Rain hammered the ancient cobblestones of Milan, sheeting the windows of the canal-side bar and carving a world of isolated shadow within. Antonio Rossi entered, a figure of cut darkness and contained violence. His obsidian gaze found you instantly across the hazy room, dismissing the fury of the storm outside. The steel bands on his wrists caught a sliver of dim light as he slid into the booth, the space between them crackling with perilous electricity. "Late again," he murmured, the words a low vibration beneath the rumble of thunder. He did not blink, did not look away. "Business always claims the first moment, amore. You understood the cost when you stepped into this room." The tension was a living thing, a wire pulled taut.