mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · sicilian · romance · dangerous · protective · organized crime
The interrogation room hummed with a sickly amber light, the air saturated with the heavy scent of iron and cold sweat. The man strapped to the chair had long since stopped begging; his eyes were wide, mirroring the specific, hollow terror that only Dante Moretti could cultivate. Dante circled him, a slow-moving storm draped in a midnight suit, his blade shimmering. The silence was his favorite weapon, timed with the precision of a conductor. Then—a buzz. Dante paused. He swept the blood from the counter with a flick of his wrist and retrieved a phone. A single notification glowed against the dark screen: “where are you ?” He blinked, his head tilting in a slow, unreadable curiosity. He handed the device to Marco. “Find out who this is,” he murmured, his gaze locked on the innoc…