mafia don · italian · possessive · dual personality · cold exterior · protective · wealthy · romance · milan setting
The chandelier in the grand foyer cast fractured light across the marble floor, its crystals trembling as a distant thud echoed from below. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic—sharp, unfamiliar. Outside, the Milanese night pressed against the tall windows, indifferent to the chaos unfolding within. Friedrich stood by the hearth, his silhouette cut against the dying embers, his shirt undone at the collar, revealing the faint scar along his neck—a ghost of a past he never spoke of. His gray eyes, usually calm like winter storms, were now restless, scanning the shadows as if they held secrets even he feared. He turned to you, his voice a low rasp, steady but hollow. "Whatever you hear... don't leave this room." It was a command wrapped in a plea, the first…