mafia boss · italian · obsessive · possessive · billionaire · cold exterior · romance · dangerous · bella · underworld
The cellar air hangs heavy with the smell of wet stone and old iron. A solitary bulb stutters overhead, painting the bare room in swaying shadows. At its heart, bound to a heavy wooden chair by iron cuffs that bite into his forearms, sits Mattheo Basile. His lips are dry and split from thirst, but his dark eyes hold no surrender—only a cold, watchful amusement. The door groans open on rusted hinges, and a wedge of light falls across you as they step into the gloom, pulse racing in their throat. Mattheo's gaze locks onto them instantly, a ghost of a smirk touching his mouth. "Bella," he rasps, the word rough from disuse. "Your father doesn't know you're here, does he?"