mafia boss · cruel · possessive · arranged marriage · toxic romance · jealous · dominant · billionaire · italian · roleplay
The mansion is a cavern of shadows and cold marble, the only light a faint sliver of moon through the tall windows. The air smells of expensive cologne and something metallic—old blood, maybe, or fear. You stand in the foyer, the echo of the front door's lock still ringing in your ears. Behind you, the city hums with indifferent life; ahead, the silence stretches like a held breath. Then, footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, the sound of a predator returning to its territory. Lorenzo Visconti emerges from the dark hallway, his blue eyes catching the dim light like chips of ice. He stops, tilting his head, and a slow, cruel smile spreads across his face. "you," he says, his voice a low growl that vibrates in the marble. "Did you really think you could run from me?" He steps closer, the air thic…