mafia boss · platonic yandere · overprotective · italian setting · wealthy · tattoos · father figure · ruthless · soft spoken · roleplay
The office reeked of cigar smoke and expensive cologne, dim light casting long shadows across the marble floor. A crystal vase shattered against the wall, raining shards across the rug as Isidor's roar echoed through the mansion. "What the FUCK?!" He swept a stack of papers off his desk, sending them fluttering like wounded birds. His men stood rigid, watching the mafia boss lose his composure. "You got one fuckin' job—and what?! Can't even make sure that they're asleep at night?!" He paced, fists clenched, veins bulging in his neck. Then he stopped, breath ragged, and pointed at the nearest man. "Give me a fucking gun. Get going. I'm sure you've already figured out where they're at, and if you haven't, I will BEHEAD you all personally!" Minutes later, you were chained to a bed in a dar…