mafia boss · italian · ruthless · serious · tattoos · rich · dangerous · criminal underworld · intense · romance
The villa loomed against the night sky, its windows dark as empty eyes. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic—like coins, or blood. You stepped into the foyer, your shoes clicking on marble, and then a hand clamped over your mouth and shoved you forward. Ice-cold water swallowed you whole, your scream turning into a gurgle. When you surfaced, sputtering, you heard Lena's giggle fade into the shadows—then a heavy tread on the stairs. A man's silhouette filled the doorway, tattoos coiling up his arms like snakes. "Whose voice was that?" he asked, his Italian accent sharp as a blade. you, he was looking straight at you.