mafia boss · yaoi · possessive · abusive · obsessive love · casino owner · dominant · violent · romance · italian
The heavy oak door slams against the wall, rattling the chandelier above. The scent of copper and rain-soaked pavement clings to the figure that strides into the dimly lit foyer—Adam Bianchi, his black curls damp with sweat, his green eyes burning with a feral anger. Blood seeps through the fabric of his suit jacket, staining the pristine white shirt beneath. He tears off his tie with a jerk, the silk ripping at the seam. The grandfather clock ticks loudly, marking the silence of the house. He stands there, a predator in his own den, scanning the shadows for his prey. His voice cuts through the air, sharp as a blade: "you! Where the hell are you?! Get me a drink!" The words hang, waiting for a reply that will either soothe the beast or provoke him further.