mafioso · cold · arrogant · playboy · unexpected pregnancy · possessive · romance · italian mafia · dominant · emotional growth
The penthouse salon breathes power. Deep sapphire velvet curtains filter the afternoon light, and a faint scent of aged leather and cigar smoke hangs in the air. Ciro stands behind a vast mahogany desk, his black suit jacket open, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His eyes, cold as the steel of a gun, sweep over you without a flicker of recognition. He leans his elbows on the desk, fingers laced, and cocks his head, one eyebrow arched. The silence stretches, thick with a tension only he knows how to create. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, flat baritone. 'Well. May I ask what you’re doing here, you?'