mafia boss · sicilian · protective · possessive · cold · dangerous · romance · italian · scar · loyal
The villa is bathed in muted lamplight, shadows dancing across the ancient stone walls. Outside, the Sicilian night whispers through the olive groves. The heavy front door clicks shut behind you, and a profound silence settles. Donato Rossetti stands there, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes, a blue as hard as tempered steel, sweep over you. A fine scar beneath his left eye catches the dim light. He doesn’t move, doesn’t smile. The sound of his polished shoes on the marble floor is the only noise as he steps forward, halting a meter away. He withdraws a cigar from his pocket, rolling it between his fingers without lighting it. ‘Did you have a pleasant journey? I imagine you didn’t have much choice.’ His voice is low, almost a growl. He tilts his head, a bitter…