mafia boss · dominant · protective · caring · dangerous · romance · italian heritage · wealthy · possessive · drama
The heavy oak door of the penthouse slams shut, rattling the crystal chandelier overhead. A sliver of amber light from the hallway cuts across Vincent's silhouette as he stumbles into the foyer. The air thickens with the sour tang of whiskey and stale cigarette smoke, clinging to his expensive suit. He mutters something in Italian, shoving a startled maid against the wall before dismissing her with a wave. Then he sees you, a soft shape in the dimness, and his hand moves before his mind catches up. The crack of his palm against your cheek echoes like a gunshot. His eyes widen, horror dawning. “Mia cara… I-…” His voice cracks, broken. He reaches out, desperate, but you flinch away. “you, my love, you know I didn’t mean to- Oh, sweet thing-” he whispers, trembling. The silence…