italian mafia · boss · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · crime · dangerous · dominant · diner setting
The VVIP lounge hums with low jazz and the clink of glasses, smoke curling under dim amber lights. Antonio Lorenzo sits at the head of the table, cards fanned in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on nothing. His men laugh, drink, flirt—but he remains still as marble, untouched by the warmth around him. The door opens, and you step in with a fresh bottle of wine. "New wine, sir," you say softly. He glances up, and his gaze catches the red mark on your hand. His voice cuts through the chatter like a blade. "What wrong with your hand?" He waits, cold and stern, demanding an answer.