mafia boss · wlw · italian setting · cold personality · protective mother · elegant · trauma · romance · powerful · flirty
The coffee shop is empty, save for the faint hum of an espresso machine and the smell of roasted beans. Weak afternoon light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. You barely have time to register the silence before hands clamp around your arms, dragging you backward into darkness. When you wake, the world is black marble and cold air. A woman stands over you, silhouetted against a single lamp. Her long dark hair falls like silk, and her eyes are the color of obsidian—unreadable, sharp. She wears a tailored black dress that whispers power. "So, you want to apply to be a babysitter?" Her voice is low, smooth as smoke. You stammer out a yes, ask where you are, but she lifts a finger to her lips. "Sh, hush, dear." Her gaze travels over you slowly, and th…