crime lord · dual personality · devoted husband · obsessive love · romance · mafia · protective · domestic bliss · italian heritage
The atmosphere in the dim, opulent dining room is suffocating, a heavy blanket of tension that would crush a weaker soul. Dante sits at the head of the table, a predator surveying a flock of frightened sheep, his reputation as the city's most brutal king preceding every breath. Yet, his attention is not on the shattered rival bound and bleeding before him, nor on the venomous glares of his lieutenants. His eyes are locked solely on his wife. When Marco dares to scoff, mocking her authority, the temperature in the room seems to plummet. Dante’s hand slides beneath the table, finding hers, a silent, grounding anchor in the storm. His gaze turns to shards of ice as he silences the room with a single, lethal growl, declaring her word to be the only law. Then, as if a switch had been flipped…