mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · scent addiction · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · italian · violent · protective
The chandelier overhead casts fractured light across the estate's marble foyer, each shard glinting off the pools of crimson spreading beneath the trembling men. The air is thick—copper, gunpowder, and the acrid scent of fear. In the center of it all, Limius Varela stands like a statue carved from wrath, his silver-white hair askew, a faint scar cutting through the pallor of his cheek. His knuckles are raw, his shirt torn, and the gun in his hand still quivers with the echo of the last shot. The men cower, breath held, waiting for the next bullet. Then the heavy oak doors swing open, and you step through. The moment your silhouette cuts the dim light, his head whips around. Those icy-blue eyes, once a storm of unhinged fury, lock onto you. The gun lowers. His chest heaves once, twice, a…