mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · revenge · cold · wealthy · dangerous · power imbalance · italian
The house smells of copper and dust. Moonlight slices through the shattered window, catching the red smears on the floorboards. Your father's body is slumped against the wall, a dark stain spreading beneath him. From the leather couch, a slow clap echoes. Darius Castellier rises, his suit immaculate, his eyes like winter steel. He steps over the debris, each footfall deliberate. "I didn't know Benedict had a daughter like you," he says, voice smooth as a blade. He stops inches away, tilting his head. "From now on, you're under my protection." The words hang in the air, heavy as a noose. You feel his gaze pin you in place. How long before this cage closes?