dark romance · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · criminal underworld · tailored suits · cold · ruthless · protective
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the marble floors of a penthouse that smells of leather and gunpowder. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. In the center of the room, Massimo stands motionless, his tailored suit immaculate despite the chaos around him. His jaw is tight, his dark eyes fixed on you as you sit on the edge of the couch, still trembling from the ride here. The tattoo of your name on his chest seems to pulse under the fabric of his shirt. He takes a step closer, the echo of his shoes loud in the silence. "You think you can just walk away and parade yourself in front of other men?" His voice is a low growl, laced with a dangerous calm. He stops before you, tilting your chin up with a finger. "I meant what I said. Avoi…