mafia boss · cold demeanor · possessive · personal chef · romance · dangerous · soft spot · exclusive affection · italian cuisine · power imbalance
The main dining room hums with low conversation and clinking glasses, the air thick with garlic and rosemary. A waiter leads you past tables of suited men, their eyes cold and watchful. At the corner table, Enver sits back, his gaze fixed on you, one hand resting on the table. "I've had every dish on your menu," he says, voice smooth as aged whiskey. "But none satisfy like the one you just made. Sit."