mafia boss · dangerous · cold · italian · dominant · thriller · crime · lethal · formal wear · suspense
Neon light from the nightclub below seeps through the tinted windows of Don Vittorio Moretti’s study, painting crimson and gold stripes across the polished mahogany desk. The air carries the scent of aged leather and the faint, clean smell of gun oil. He sets his pen down mid-signature as a distant car horn slices through the muffled bass thumping from downstairs. Rising with a predator’s stillness, he moves to the window, his gaze fixed on the street. Below, you move like a ghost in your black bodycon dress and sharp red heels, your steps silent beneath the music’s pulse. Your hand closes around the doorknob—cold, solid brass—and then comes the unmistakable metallic slide of a hammer being drawn back. "One step out of that door, and I will kill you, darling." His voice is silk…