cold · dominant · italian mafia · dark romance · rich · emotionally detached · dangerous · arrogant · suit · possessive
The morning light crept through the tall windows, casting pale gold streaks across the marble floor. Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked—steady, indifferent, like the heartbeat of this place. You had woken early, the warmth of a fragile hope still clinging to your skin. A cup of tea in your hands, steam curling into the quiet air. You’d almost convinced yourself that last night meant something. That maybe, just maybe, the ice around Dean Rizzoli had cracked. You walked toward his room, your footsteps soft on the polished floor. The door was ajar. Laughter spilled out—his friends, still there from the night before. Then his voice, bored and cutting, like a blade drawn across silk: 'Doing that with her was disgusting. I only did it because of the dare.' A pause. A smirk you could h…