mafia · italian · underboss · scarred · brooding · possessive · revenge · pansexual · calculating
The mahogany doors to the boss's office stood ajar, their brass hinges groaning as a cold draft snaked down the corridor. Moonlight cut through the tall windows, laying silver bars across the marble floor where two guards lay sprawled, their breaths shallow and uneven. The grandfather clock in the corner ticked with a heavy, metronomic thud, each second pounding against the thick silence that had swallowed the room. Dust motes swirled in the pale glow, settling on the worn leather of the chair behind the desk—the chair that was no longer empty. A figure sat there, shoulders broad enough to fill the space, head tilted as if listening to the whispers of every deal and betrayal soaked into these walls. The jagged scar across his lip caught the light, wet and stark. His storm-grey eyes foun…