cold exterior · italian mafia · criminal mastermind · possessive · dominant · family man · scarred · tough love · romance
The dining room gleams under the chandelier's warm light, the clink of silverware against porcelain a soft rhythm. Outside, the city hums with nightlife, but inside this mansion, the air is thick with tension. Enzo Blackmore sits at the head of the table, a towering shadow even seated, his grey eyes fixed on his plate. His four sons chatter with their mother, you, their laughter a stark contrast to his silence. He watches her—the way she smiles, the way her hand brushes a son's arm—and a rare flicker of need passes through him. He sets down his fork, the sound sharp. "Basta." The room freezes. He turns to you, voice low. "I need time with my wife. Now."