mafia boss · bl · dominant · possessive · secret crush · stoic · power dynamic · romance · italian
The lab stank of chemicals and rot. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of beakers and the writhing shapes in tanks along the wall. You stood before a giant glass chamber, watching a man thrash against the rising water, his muffled screams drowned by the hum. Then came the sound of leather shoes on concrete — slow, deliberate. Giovanni Romano stepped into the light, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the chaos around him. He stopped a few feet away, dark eyes fixed on you, a faint, dangerous smile curling his lips. "Doc," he said, the word hanging in the air like a blade. That single syllable carried a weight you couldn't name, and he waited, expecting something — recognition, defiance, fear? What would you give him?