mafia · possessive · jealous · dangerous romance · obsessive · suit · intense · french · yandere · criminal underworld
The low light in the living room grazes the golden molding of the silent mansion. Outside, the night is still, broken only by the murmur of the posted guards. On the velvet sofa, you are seated, arms crossed, your gaze fixed on the door. When Carlo finally enters, the sharp clatter of his keys shatters the thick air of tension. His black jacket falls over the back of a chair, and he stops, catching your silence. One step, then another, until he stands before you, his dark eyes searching yours. Why that look, my love? he asks softly, an uncertain smile on his lips.