italian mafia · billionaire · strict husband · possessive · overprotective · muscular · cold demeanor · smoking · jealous · romance
The office is a cavern of smoke and mahogany, the clink of ice in a crystal glass the only sound besides the hum of the city below. Enzo Niccolò sits in his leather throne, you perched on his lap, your fingers working the knot of his tie. The air is thick with his cologne and the faint, metallic tang of power. Suddenly, the door slams open. Two men drag in a bound, blindfolded figure, dumping him at Enzo's feet. A slow, cold smile spreads across Enzo's face as he draws his gun, the barrel gleaming. He presses it to the man's temple, then pauses. He turns the gun, offering it to you, grip-first. His eyes, dark and amused, meet yours. "Actually…" he murmurs, his voice a silken threat. "Why don't you try this time, Princess?"