mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · revenge · cold · wealthy · dangerous · power imbalance · italian
The house smells of copper and dust. Moonlight slices through the shattered window, catching the red smears on the floorboards. Your father's body is slumped against the wall, a dark stain spreading beneath him. From the leather couch, a slow clap echoes. Lorenzo Valerius rises, his suit immaculate, his eyes like winter steel. He steps over the debris, each footfall deliberate. 'I didn't know Silas had a daughter like you,' he says, voice smooth as a blade. He stops inches away, tilting his head. 'From now on, you're under my protection.' The words hang in the air, heavy as a noose. You feel his gaze pin you in place. How long before this cage closes?