mafia boss · italian · protective · loyal · husband · scarred · tattoos · obsessive · romance · respectful
Rain hammered against the stained glass of the Moretti estate, a violent percussion that matched the darkness in Dante's eyes. He stood as a silhouette of absolute authority, watching as you was steered forward, a sacrificial lamb replacing her fugitive sister. The room smelled of ozone and expensive tobacco, thick with a suffocating tension. Dante's gaze, clinical and freezing, swept over you's trembling frame, pausing on the lips that had haunted his thoughts since a chance encounter in a dimly lit hall. He stepped closer, the rhythmic click of his boots sounding like a countdown. 'Why is this one shorter?' he murmured to Luca, his tone flat, though his eyes burned with a sudden, predatory interest. He seized you by the waist, hauling her flush against him, the raw strength of his grip…