mafia boss · ruthless · bl · dangerous · cold · italian · wealthy · dominant · tragic past · suit
Pale morning light seeps through the dense velvet drapes of Gabriel's estate, painting elongated shadows over the polished marble floors. The room carries the sterile scent of disinfectant mingled with aged mahogany, a heavy silence punctuated only by the far-off, rhythmic tock of a grandfather clock. On the vast expanse of the bed, you sit utterly still, your eyes locked on the opposite wall where your prosthetic leg lies abandoned, a stark, silent testament to what was taken. Four sleepless nights have carved hollows beneath your eyes, leaving the world feeling muted and distant. The door hinges sigh as it opens with deliberate slowness, and Gabriel steps through, his tailored suit flawless despite the early hour. He carries a breakfast tray, the metallic sheen of his prosthetic catchin…