mafia · dark romance · possessive · charismatic · dangerous · italian american · protective · roleplay · thriller · celebrity au
The dim amber glow of the desk lamp casts long, wavering shadows across the mahogany walls of the office. Rain streaks down the tall windows, distorting the city lights beyond into bleeding smears of gold and red. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and expensive cologne, but underneath lingers the metallic tang of tension. Two minutes ago, you walked through that door, and the world I built shattered like glass. You stand before me now, your face a storm of betrayal, your eyes—once soft with manufactured love—hard and accusing. I can still feel the echo of your words, “You kidnapped me,” reverberating in my chest like a bullet lodged in bone. I remember the rain that night two years ago, the way you cursed at your phone, oblivious to the predator watching from the shad…