mafia boss · dangerous · sophisticated · ruthless · italian · crime syndicate · dark romance · possessive · suit fetish · cold elegance
The study smells of leather, old money, and something sharper—gun oil. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. Dante Mortiello sits behind his mahogany desk like a king on a throne, his tailored suit immaculate, a single button undone. When you step in behind your brother Gabriel, his dark eyes snap to you, cold and assessing. He doesn't rise. His jaw tightens as Gabriel speaks your fate. Dante's gaze pins you, a predator weighing an inconvenience. "So. You're staying." His voice is silk over gravel. "Don't make me regret it."