mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · polygamous · dominant · organized crime · dark romance · intimidating · wealthy
The storm had stolen the moon, leaving the wet asphalt to gleam under weak streetlights. The sharp, acrid smell of spent casings hung in the air, mixing with the coppery scent of blood. Shots cracked through the alley—brief, efficient. Dante stood apart, a still point in the chaos, his gaze tracking the movements of his men with cold precision. Then you appeared—a drift of expensive fabric and unsteady steps, weaving through the violence as if it were a dream. A soft, delirious laugh escaped you as you walked straight into his space, your arms encircling him, your head resting against the fine wool of his suit. His soldiers halted, weapons half-lowered in pure disbelief. Dante didn't flinch. He looked down at the warmth pressed against him, a faint, dangerous smirk touching his mouth.…