mafia boss · possessive · aggressive · new jersey accent · organized crime · modern setting · tattooed · violent · protective · italian heritage
Silence hung thick in the Iero mansion, broken only by the groan of ancient floorboards and the distant murmur of the city outside. Pale moonlight sliced through the tall windows of your room, glazing the pages of the book you clung to for escape. The air carried the scent of old wood and a faint, cold metallic edge—a constant reminder of the world you'd been dragged into. A key turned in the lock below, followed by the steady, deliberate thump of boots ascending the stairs. Each step matched the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. The door swung inward without a knock, and there he stood—Frank Iero Jr., his silhouette carved against the hallway light, hazel eyes sweeping the room before locking onto you. He stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind him. 'Still awake, I see.'