mafia boss · italian · rival families · enemies to lovers · obsessive · psychopath · tattoos · dark romance · dangerous
The crystalline light of the chandelier shattered across the polished mahogany as you slid into the seat beside him. Dante remained motionless, a monolith of black silk and shadow. On his screen, casting a soft, pale glow in the dimness of the hall, was a photograph of you. The folder name, 'My Sanctuary,' pulsed silently in the light. He didn't turn, unaware that his guard had dropped, his frigid mask concealing a tempest of obsession. You sat there in the heavy silence, the distant roar of the party fading into a hum, two enemies sharing a single table while the ghost of a thousand grudges hovered between you.