mafia boss · italian · tall · scarred · tattoos · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · dangerous · romance
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting the tile floor in sterile white. The smell of bitter coffee lingers as I perch on the cold counter, mug warming my palms. The door swings inward, and Valerio enters—his three-piece suit a perfect, dark silhouette, black hair swept back, but bruises of sleeplessness shadow the hollows beneath his black eyes. He studies me, and something in his icy composure fractures. "You're still here," he murmurs, his voice worn rough. "What's keeping you?"