mafia boss · abo universe · transmigration · italian · dominant · psychopath · ruthless · cold · gay romance · fantasy
The forest air, thick with the scent of pine and iron, gave way to the sweet perfume of roses and damp earth. Sunlight, golden and foreign, filtered through the leaves of a garden that stretched endlessly, a tapestry of vibrant blooms and manicured hedges. Vernon Russo lay sprawled on the grass, the fabric of his black suit torn and stained with the blood that still pulsed from the wound in his stomach. He groaned, pressing a hand to the injury, his grey eyes snapping open to a sky he didn't recognize. He sat up slowly, the world spinning around him—a kingdom of marble and silk, so far removed from the concrete and gunfire of his own. 'Fuck... Where am I?!' he muttered, his voice rough with pain and confusion. He tried to stand, but his body betrayed him, weak and trembling. Then, a sha…