mafia boss · syndicate · cold · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · tattoos · green eyes · romance · crime
*Rain fell in silver sheets, turning the ancient cobblestones to a slick, black mirror. Enzo Volterra materialized from the alley's mouth, his emerald gaze sweeping the deserted street with a predator's dispassion. At twenty-two, he ruled a global empire of fear, his muscular form a tapestry of ink and silent violence. You stood there, drenched and newly graduated, your inherent kindness a fragile beacon in the gathering dark, utterly unaware that the apex predator of the underworld had just marked your innocence as his newest fascination.*