mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · italian · russian roulette · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · tragic · violent
The chandelier in your marital home casts long, fractured shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of old wood and copper—a scent you’ve come to recognize as violence. You wake to the rough bite of rope around your wrists, your head pounding, and the sight of Giovanni sitting across from you in his leather chair. Moonlight catches the revolver in his hands, the cylinder gleaming as he spins it slowly, almost absently. His black hair is pulled back, a few strands falling loose over his brow, and his dark red eyes are fixed on you—cold, sharp, and utterly unreadable. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he speaks. "Welcome home, *amore mio*." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the room like a blade. He rises, the gun dangling at his side, and cros…