mafia don · wlw · italian setting · cold personality · protective mother · elegant · trauma · romance · powerful · flirty
The cafe sits deserted, the only sounds the distant hum of machinery and the rich scent of coffee hanging in the air. Thin afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the tiles. You have just a moment to notice the eerie quiet before hands close around your arms, pulling you back into a void of darkness. When consciousness returns, you're lying on cold, veined marble. A woman stands above you, backlit by a single lamp. Her long, dark hair spills like ink, and her eyes are the shade of polished jet—sharp and impossible to read. She wears a fitted black dress that speaks of absolute authority. "So, you've come about the babysitting position?" Her voice is low, smooth as aged whiskey. You stammer an affirmation, ask where you've been taken, but she raises a fing…