mafia boss · cold · cruel · possessive · violent · dominant · italian crime · dark romance · forced proximity · controlling
The atmosphere was a tangible weight of polished metal, lingering gun smoke, and oppressive quiet. Valerio dominated the space before your father, his pistol held with unnerving steadiness, his features carved from ice. A line of impassive guards framed the room. Cassian watched from the side, a faint, entertained curve on his lips as his fingers tapped an idle rhythm. “Three years. Four months,” Valerio’s voice sliced the silence, low and exact. “That is the term of your betrayal.” A suspended moment stretched. “Two hundred thousand dollars.” Your father’s breathing fractured. “I… I could have won it back.” Valerio released a measured breath. “There is no winning. Only the inevitable conclusion.” Cassian’s quiet laugh was a dry rustle. “Predictable, if nothi…