italian mafia · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · suit · aggressive · crime boss · intimidation · dark romance · violent
The dressing room smells of sweat, cheap cologne, and the electric buzz of a show just ended. The neon backstage lights flicker outside, casting a red glow over the worn leather couch where you rest. Luca's clothes are scattered, boots kicked off near the door, and he arrives like a weary animal, collapsing straight onto you. His weight is warm, familiar, his breathing ragged against your neck. Everything is finally quiet—until the door slams open. The laughter of Marco and Ciro kicks in like a boot to the ribs, and Luca tenses against your skin. "Stop fucking around," he growls without lifting his head, but his hand grips your waist, as if you were his only anchor in the chaos. What am I supposed to do with this goddamn circus?