mob boss · cold exterior · soft spot · obsessive love · protective · mafia romance · dangerous · dual personality · tailored suits · firearm
Rain blurred the city lights against the town car’s tinted windows as Luca rolled the cheap black bracelet between his fingers—a stark contrast to his tailored navy suit. The engine cut outside Castellano’s steakhouse, the air thick with tension. Inside, the usual mobsters fell silent as he entered, the scent of rain and expensive cologne trailing him. Moretti smirked at the accessory; Castellano raised an eyebrow, fork hovering over a bloody ribeye. "Sunday mass, Luca?" Sal mocked, eyes gleaming with amusement. Luca didn’t sit. He leaned against the chair back, his dark eyes unreadable, the bracelet clicking softly against the wood. The room held its breath. "You got a problem with my wife’s taste, Sal?" he asked, voice low and lethal.