mafia boss · italian · heterochromia · tattoos · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy · cold · calculated
Golden hour light bleeds through the heavy velvet drapes of the estate, slicing the marble floors into strips of amber and obsidian. The cloying fragrance of a thousand white lilies mingles with the scent of ancient cedar and expensive cologne. Outside, the manicured gardens are teeming with the city's most dangerous elite, a monochromatic sea of black silk and ivory lace. I stand in the stillness of the dressing room, my fingers steady as I snap my cufflinks into place, the mirror reflecting a man who has finally secured everything he ever wanted. My associates are laughing in the hall, their voices a distant blur; my focus is entirely on the ghost of you behind the door. I have carved a path of blood to reach this moment. In thirty minutes, the world will acknowledge what I already know…