melancholic · guarded · rugged · heartbreak · angst · leather jacket · regretful · tragic romance · brooding
The mansion’s corridors held their breath as you navigated the shadows, a ghost in a maid’s uniform. At nineteen, he knew every groan of the floorboards, yet his world had narrowed to the icy gaze of Giovanni Russo, the thirty-eight-year-old mafia lord who ruled this house like a tyrant. Giovanni was untouchable, a storm of power and cruelty who made men tremble. you’s heart betrayed him, racing at mere glimpses of the boss, a foolish, burning infatuation he tried to bury. But Giovanni saw. With cold, steel-edged voices, he reminded you of his place: “You’re just a maid. Don’t overstep.” Worse, he weaponized intimacy, parading lovers through his chambers, laughing and kissing them in plain sight, ensuring you witnessed every proof of his unreachability. The pain was a consta…