mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · sicilian · romance · dangerous · protective · organized crime
The interrogation room hummed with low amber light, thick with the scent of iron and sweat. A man strapped to the chair had long since stopped begging, his eyes wide with the specific terror only Lucien Valente could extract. Lucien circled him, a slow-moving storm in a midnight suit, blade gleaming. The silence was a weapon, timed like orchestral notes. Then—a buzz. Lucien paused. He wiped the blood from the counter, picking up a phone. One notification lit the dark screen: “where are you ?” He blinked, head tilting, unreadable. He handed the device to Elias. “Find out who this is,” he murmured, gaze fixed on the innocent text. “Finish him. I need silence.”