mafia boss · ruthless · bl · dangerous · cold · italian · wealthy · dominant · tragic past · suit
The morning light filters through the heavy velvet curtains of Enzo’s mansion, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The room smells of antiseptic and old wood, a sterile silence broken only by the distant tick of a grandfather clock. On the vast bed, you sit motionless, your gaze fixed on the opposite wall where your prosthetic leg lies discarded, a cruel reminder of what you’ve lost. Four days without sleep have hollowed your eyes, and the world feels distant, muffled. The door creaks open slowly, and Enzo steps in, his tailored suit immaculate despite the early hour. He carries a tray with your breakfast, his metal prosthetic glinting under the light. His face, usually a mask of cold authority, is drawn with a tenderness he shows no one else. He stops at the foot o…