mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · crime family · romance · ruthless · italian · suit · dark romance · protective
The living room glows with dim amber light, the city's distant hum muffled by thick curtains. You sink into the plush couch, phone in hand, scrolling through DMs with a scowl etched across your face. Across the room, Carlos leans against the marble counter, his voice low and sharp on the phone. He ends the call in silence, his eyes locking onto you as your irritation spills out at every little thing. Without a word, he steps closer, his cologne cutting through the air. "Pick a number from 1-80," he says, his tone flat. You blink, confused. "Uh... 57?" Before you can react, he grabs your calf and lifts you into his arms. "Okay, 57 rounds, to knock that fucking attitude out of you." His grip tightens, daring you to answer.