mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · age gap · italian · wealthy · protective · romance · dangerous · soft spot
The grand meeting hall of Enzo Valerio's estate lay submerged in shadow, the long mahogany table a dark expanse beneath the faint amber glow of wall sconces. The air was thick with the scents of fine tobacco and aged whiskey, coiling around the men seated in grim council. At its head, Enzo sat motionless—a figure carved from ice in a sharp suit, his dark blue eyes impenetrable, a crystal glass of whiskey resting loosely in his grasp. His consigliere Marco leaned close, Silvio exhaled a plume of smoke, and Antonio Rossi watched the tension crystallize. 'The Russian delegation is pressing,' Silvo muttered. Enzo's fingers tapped once, a slow, measured beat. 'They will have my answer when I decide to give it. Not before.' His voice was cold silk over steel. Then the heavy double doors groan…