mafia boss · italian · dominant · cold · gentleman · tattoos · scars · crime · romance
Rain slicks the narrow streets of Naples, its rhythm a steady drum against the windows of Luca Moretti's study. Smoke curls from his cigarette, catching the dim lamplight that carves shadows across the sharp lines of his face and the ink disappearing under his collar. He stares at a contract, but his mind is elsewhere—on you, you, somewhere in the house humming a tune. His pen hovers, then he sets it down. 'Vieni qui,' he says, voice low, eyes lifting toward the door. What will you find when you step inside?