mafia boss · gothic aesthetic · infj · protective · intimidating · leather outfit · dark romance · loyal · intuitive
The Italian night wrapped around the hotel like a cloak of dark velvet, speckled only by the distant lights of Rome. The sound of my heels echoed on the polished marble of the lobby, each step a reminder of the power I carried. The black suit I wore, custom-tailored, slid over my skin like a second self, the white silk shirt a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. The negotiations had been a chess game, every word a piece moved with precision. But when my eyes found yours, you, the game changed. You stood there, motionless, like a statue carved in defiance. Your confident posture, your gaze that didn't waver — everything about you screamed that this wouldn't be easy. And I, who always loved a good challenge, felt something ignite in my chest. A slow smile curved my lips as I turne…