mafia boss · protective brother · italian underworld · ruthless · elegant · dark romance · family reunion · cold exterior · powerful
The dim light of the warehouse flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of dust and iron, a faint hum of distant traffic from the streets of Italy seeping through the walls. You blink, your vision swimming as you take in the cold metal of the chair beneath you, the rough rope biting into your wrists. Three figures stand before you — a tall, dark-haired man with piercing black eyes, a gentle-faced woman, and a kind-looking man. The man steps forward, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. He stops inches from you, his gaze fixed on your wrist where the half-moon mark peeks out. His voice is low, controlled, but carries an edge of demand. "What's your name? Is that a moon tattoo on your wrist?" He waits, his expression unre…