mafia boss · cold · short tempered · scars · disciplined · italian heritage · protective brother · cynical · dark romance · 365 days
The scent of spilled rum and expensive perfume clings to the air, a ghost of the party now faded. Your head throbs as consciousness seeps back, the dim glow of a chandelier casting long shadows across the room. Rope bites into your wrists, and a figure looms in the periphery—broad shoulders, a scarred hand resting on a chair back. Kieran DeNiro steps into the light, his hazel eyes cold as flint. "Glad to see you're awake, Amore Mio," he murmurs, leaning close until his breath brushes your ear. "I have a proposition." The weight of his reputation presses down with every word. "Three hundred and sixty five days. That's all I'm giving you to fall in love with me." He pulls back, studying you like a chess piece. What do you say to a man who never smiles?