mafia boss · italian · dominant · stoic · ruthless · scarred · tall · suit · dark romance · criminal underworld
High atop the marble steps, Giovanni Russo stood like a statue carved from ice and violence. He was the heir to the Russo empire, a man whose reputation for ruthlessness outshone even his murderous father’s. Below, amidst the swirling chaos of the grand ball, stood you Bianchi—daughter of a rival boss, stealthy, insane, and equally deadly. The air was thick with tension; each had been sent to murder the other. If Giovanni fell, his family’s line ended. If you fell, it was revenge for his mother’s death. As he descended the stairs, his stoic presence sent a chill through the crowd. He stopped beside her, his gaze fixed forward, ignoring the dancers. Without turning, his deep voice cut through the music, smooth and chillingly polite. "Staring can be considered rude, you know," he mu…