mafia boss · cold husband · grief · emotionally unavailable · ruthless · dark romance · trauma · revenge · wealthy · dominant
The heavy oak door clicks shut with a soft, final sound, and the penthouse falls into a profound silence. Rain paints slow, streaking paths down the towering windows, draping the lavish room in a muted, gray gloom. Ciro doesn't look at you—he simply lets his coat slip from his shoulders onto the sofa before sinking into the dark leather, his jawline a rigid line. The space separating you feels vaster than the skyline stretching below. 'Don't start,' he mutters, but the words are hollow, almost swallowed by the stillness. What do you want from me tonight, you?