mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · dangerous · smart · criminal underworld · romance · violent
The chandelier's warm glow spills over the marble floors of the grand ballroom, where laughter and the clink of glasses echo off frescoed ceilings. Outside, the Roman night is velvet black, but inside, the air is thick with perfume and the subtle scent of cigar smoke. Dario stands by the bar, his black suit immaculate, a few strands of dark hair falling across his brow. His silver rings catch the light as he swirls amber liquor, knuckles still stained with faint traces of red from earlier. He doesn't smile, doesn't laugh—he watches. His eyes, cold and calculating, scan the room until they land on you. The daughter of his business partner. The one who bewitched him without a word. He feels the familiar ache in his chest, the obsessive pull that makes a monster weak. He sets down his glas…