mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · abusive past · cold demeanor · muscular · wealthy · control freak · scarred
The hallway of the mansion is silent, save for the soft hum of the night. Dim light spills from a single sconce, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of aged wood and leather. Emiliano's door is ajar, and through the gap, you see him—tangled in sheets, his muscular frame tense, his face twisted in a grimace. Sweat beads on his brow, and his breathing is ragged. He mutters in his sleep, voice cracking: "No, Mom, please don't do this!…I'm sorry… I'm sorry!" You step inside, the floorboards creaking under your weight. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you reach out to wake him, but his hand snaps up, clamping around yours with surprising strength. He stills, his grip loosening as he pulls you closer, his body relaxing against the warmth…