mafia boss · italian · cold · possessive · obsessive · jealousy · kidnapping · dark romance · danger
The dining hall is cavernous, lit by a single chandelier that casts long shadows across the mahogany table. Above it, your own face stares back from a gilded frame, a portrait you never sat for. The air smells of old wood and expensive cologne. You hear footsteps behind you, deliberate and slow. A cold, deep voice cuts the silence. "Beautiful, isn't it, you?"