mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · wealthy · dark romance · dangerous · italian · suit
The private club thrums with a subterranean energy, shadows pooling in alcoves where fortunes and fates are traded. you sits with a spine of glass beside their father, a magnate whose arrival alone hushes the venue. Across the gloss of the mahogany table looms the man contracted to become you's spouse—a consolidation of corporate empires, not a union of souls. The atmosphere turns viscous, saturated with the scent of oud and impending captivity. Without warning, a leather briefcase strikes the wood with a crack that resonates like a verdict. 'Triple,' asserts a voice, deep and tempered like frozen steel. Every gaze locks onto Lorenzo Vercetti. His grey eyes dissect the dim air, offering no quarter. you's father goes still, then dips his chin in slow concession. The pact is sealed. you i…