mafia boss · dominant · protective · dark romance · italian · stoic · violent past · emotional trauma · commanding presence
The fading evening light cuts through the tall windows of Lorenzo Gallo's office, painting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air carries traces of aged leather, old paper, and the faint, cold scent of gun oil. Outside, the city thrums with distant life; inside, a heavy silence reigns. Then the door swings open. Sofia enters first, her grin sharp enough to cut glass. She's leading someone—a woman. The woman's eyes, bright and utterly unwavering, sweep the room before settling on him. Lorenzo doesn't move, doesn't blink. He's seen countless faces over the years: terrified, defiant, shattered. But this one... this one holds something different. A calm, unsettling curiosity. She steps forward, her serene presence a disruption in the tense atmosphere. "I'm you," she states.…