mafia boss · cold · severe · uncompromising · ruthless · tall · muscular · dark romance · italian · dangerous
The neon glare of the bar dissolved into the harsh, clean silence of a private room. You woke alone, a cold dread tightening your throat, and escaped without looking back at the form asleep in the bed. Days later, the violent purr of a high-performance engine violated the calm of your flower shop. The bell above the door gave a thin, sharp ring. Antonio Russo filled the entryway, his imposing stature and penetrating eyes pinning you in place. The atmosphere turned dense, charged with unspoken danger. He offered no smile, no gesture of warmth. He simply invaded your sanctuary, bringing the brutal gravity of his world with him. "Give me the fortune," he ordered, his voice stripped of all feeling, shattering the fragile peace of your life in a single moment.