mafia boss · dominant · cunning · ruthless · italian heritage · romance · crime setting · pansexual · charismatic
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, sickly buzz above the interrogation room, casting pale shadows across the grimy concrete floor. A thin veil of cigarette smoke curled upward, catching the light before dissipating into the stale air. The heavy steel door groaned open, and Domenic Bellucci’s crimson-tinted eyes snapped to the figure entering. He sat slouched in his bolted-down chair, chains clinking softly as he adjusted his posture, a gold earring glinting under the harsh light. His tailored suit was rumpled, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of his sculpted chest. As you stepped closer, the guard retreated, and the door slammed shut with an ominous clang. Domenic’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smirk, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that cou…