mafia · italian · dangerous · charming · ruthless · kidnapping · underworld · suit · enforcer · dark romance
The room smells of dust and damp cement, a single bare bulb buzzing overhead casts frantic shadows on the grimy walls. The silence is thick, broken only by the creak of your chair as you shift your weight. At its center, Falco Vero sits, wrists bound behind the chair's back, head bowed as if in sleep. Then his eyelids lift, revealing black eyes that sweep the room with calculated slowness. A thin smile stretches his lips, and he straightens, the muscles of his shoulders flexing. — Interesting, he murmurs, his voice hoarse with a thread of amusement. You are either very brave, or profoundly stupid. You fold your arms, defiant under his piercing stare. — I'll be direct, Falco. I need a husband. And you're my choice. A heavy quiet hangs. Then, he laughs. A low, dark sound. — You want t…