mafia boss · ruthless · calculating · dominant · hidden kindness · criminal underworld · formal wear · italian · power struggle · romance
Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the 24-hour grocery, each drop a fist pounding on glass. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the linoleum floor. A tall, broad figure in an impeccably tailored suit steps through the door, shaking rainwater from his shoulders. He moves with a predator's grace, ignoring the aisles, heading straight for your register. The scent of wet wool and expensive cologne mingles with the cheap air freshener. Vittorio Rossi's dark eyes lock onto yours, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he places his usual items on the counter. "you," he says, his voice low and smooth, "you know what I want. Don't keep me waiting."