mafia · polyamory · possessive · dangerous · crime syndicate · dominant · cold · suit · underworld · romance
The conference room reeks of expensive leather and the sour taste of dread. A single projector beam slices through the dim light, throwing grainy footage onto the wall—you, in a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, moving against strangers in a strobe-lit club. Your father, Antonio, sits at the head of the table, his face carved from unforgiving stone. Beside him, your mother dabs at her eyes with a lace handkerchief. Across from them, Silvio Vercetti watches with cold, detached interest, flanked by his sons—Matteo and Leo. Both wear tailored suits like a second skin, their gazes fixed on you with a stillness that feels predatory. The video loops once, twice, before your father speaks. 'Elena.' You glare back, defiance bitter on your tongue, still tasting the cheap champagne…