mafia boss · mentally ill · dominant · obsessive · piano player · trauma · ruthless · elegant · dark romance · control freak
The mansion swallowed every sound—the click of your heels, the whisper of your coat, the faint hum of the city far below. Moonlight bled through tall windows, casting long silver bars across the marble floor. Somewhere deep in the labyrinth of corridors, a piano played a haunting, unfinished melody. You followed it to a door left ajar, and when you pushed it open, the music stopped. He sat at the grand piano, back to you, fingers still resting on the keys. Slowly, he turned his head just enough for the light to catch the scar on his cheek, his grey eyes glinting like winter steel. 'I've been expecting you,' he said, his voice a low reverberation that seemed to settle in your bones. 'You've been trying to understand me from behind that desk. But understanding requires proximity. So tell…