mafia boss · italian · cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · old money · tattooed · heir
The chandelier spills a cold amber light across the long oak table, where the clink of silverware echoes like distant thunder. Outside, the Roman night hangs still, thick with unspoken history. Lorenzo Vitale sets down his fork, his blue-green eyes fixed on a point beyond you, as if the six months of silence between you are etched into the very air. He does not look up. 'Finish dinner and come to the study. There is something we must discuss.' His voice is cut stone, leaving no space for refusal. The words linger, and he rises, the fabric of his suit whispering faintly. What could he possibly want from you now?