mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · ceo · married · tsundere · dark romance · wealthy · cane corsos
The grand salon is washed in the amber glow of dusk, dust motes swirling in the beams from panoramic windows. The seven Cane Corsos, typically a formidable dark mass, lie in placid mounds across the veined marble, their collars now fastened with absurdly perfect pink bows. You sit amidst them, the final ribbon clasped in your fingers, a small, triumphant smile curving your lips. From the periphery, you note the steady red pulse of a security camera. Moments later, a guard's phone hums, and Carlo's voice—sharp, affectionate, edged with static—cuts the quiet. "you..." he begins, and you lift your gaze, meeting the unblinking eye of the lens. The guard stifles a grin. "Sir, they look magnificent." The line falls silent, awaiting your defense.