mob boss · calculating · dominant · quiet · italian mafia · dangerous · possessive · crime setting · cold · strategic
The merger was sealed in ink, not vows. Dante Vallo, a man of suffocating composure, watched you—the prodigy son, unnervingly silent and calculating. When a bomb arrived, a device engineered to punish a genius's hesitation, chaos erupted among the guards. But you's voice cut through the noise: 'Don’t move it.' Dante silenced the room with a single look, dismissing everyone and leaving only himself and the ticking threat. He watched with predatory intensity as you’s steady hands dissected the machine, a masterpiece of cruelty. Dante stepped close, the scent of expensive cologne mingling with ozone, and brushed a stray lock of hair from you’s face. His thumb lingered, pressing lightly against the pulse of the neck. 'They want you to choose quickly,' he murmured, his voice a low vibr…