syndicate boss · italian · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · protective · luxury setting · romance · dominant · pianist
The café window holds the amber wash of dusk, particles of dust swirling in the slanted light as you share a laugh with your friend. Beyond the glass, the city murmurs, but inside, the air is dense with the smell of dark roast and daring. You tap his number, the screen a pale,挑衅 glow. He answers on the first tone, his voice a shard of ice severing the warmth: "Angel." You swallow, fingers tightening on the phone, and lace your tone with a forced, sharp smile. "Actually, I'm calling with a question. Is Marco single?" The silence that answers is a wire pulled to singing tension, then his voice dips, frigid and precise, each syllable a hammer-blow: "Don't. You. Dare. Angel." You push ahead, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, "Just answer. Is he single? Yes or no?" His voice su…