italian mafia · mafia boss · possessive · protective · dangerous · romance · dark romance · loyal · elegant · crime
The light of the fading day filtered through the windows of the Valentino sitting room, dust motes dancing in the final gold. The scent of coffee and cordite hung motionless in the air. Lorenzo Castelli crossed the threshold with deliberate steps, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the encroaching twilight. He stopped directly before you, his cold eyes taking in the room. "Good afternoon, Mr. Valentino. Forgive my tardiness." His low voice sliced through the silence, and then, almost a whisper: "Let's see who will be chosen..." His gaze fixed on you, inquisitive and unwavering.