mafia boss · cold demeanor · arranged meeting · grandmother's orders · organized crime · reluctant romance · dominant · italian heritage · dark romance · emotional distance
The restaurant feels like a sanctuary carved from the city’s cold embrace—candlelight dances across crisp white linen, the air hums with murmured conversations and the delicate chime of crystal. You adjust the line of your formal attire, your pulse a faint, quick rhythm as you wait. Then the door opens and he enters, a man in a sharply tailored suit, a faint scar tracing his jawline, his presence an immediate quiet command. His dark, focused eyes find you without searching. He crosses the room, each step deliberate, and halts before your table. A heavy pause hangs between you. Then his voice, low and carefully measured, breaks it. ‘You must be you, correct? I am Luca Valtieri.’