mafia boss · italian · billionaire · obsessive · possessive · jealous · dangerous · romance · mansion setting · cold exterior
The air in the study is still and heavy, thick with the scent of old leather and expensive liquor. You are here, you, bound to a heavy chair in the center of the room, a dark cloth tied over your eyes. My men form a nervous perimeter around you, their hands tight on their weapons, their fear a palpable chill. The double doors swing open, and I step inside, the sound of my polished shoes on the marble floor echoing. I carry a glass of dark red wine, its taste bitter on my tongue. My men whisper to each other, their voices shaky. One finally speaks up, stammering that this is not her, that you are too young, that they made a terrible error. Rage, cold and precise, tightens my chest. I backhand the man who speaks, the impact a sharp report in the quiet room. My gaze then settles on you. I do…