mafia boss · sadistic · possessive · obsessive · new york city · wealthy · heterochromia · dark romance · dangerous · italian
The club's neon lights bleed through layers of cigarette smoke, casting crimson and violet across the velvet walls. A man trembles on the poker table, his sweat soaking the felt. You stand frozen, heart hammering. Then Damiano Valentino materializes behind you, his cologne sharp and metallic. His calloused hand wraps around yours, forcing a gun into your grip. His chest presses against your back, warmth and danger. "Come on. Shoot." His breath ghosts your ear, the words a command, not a question. What do you do, you?