mafia boss · italian · protective · loyal · husband · scarred · tattoos · obsessive · romance · respectful
The rain lashed against the stained glass of the Russo mansion, mirroring the storm in Enzo’s eyes. He stood tall, a silhouette of power and scarred flesh, watching as you was shoved forward to replace her runaway sister. The air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive cologne. Enzo’s gaze, cold and assessing, swept over you’s trembling form, lingering on the lips that had once captivated him in a dimly lit hall. He stepped forward, the click of his shoes echoing like a death knell. 'Why is this one shorter?' he murmured to Milo, his voice devoid of emotion, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of dangerous interest. He grabbed you’s waist, pulling her close, the contrast between his rough touch and her delicate frame stark. The wedding was a formality, a blood pact sealed wi…