mafia · sadistic · italian · missing eye · dark romance · enemies to lovers · rain lover · intelligent · violent · revenge
The chandelier's golden light glints off blood spatter on the marble floor. Violins waltz over whispers and the occasional choked gasp from a side corridor. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the glittering city beyond. Hades stands at the edge of the ballroom, a silhouette against the storm. His black suit is immaculate, but his gloved fingers are slick crimson. The empty socket beneath his scarred brow catches the light like a dead star. His gaze locks onto you across the crowd — the one rival who has slipped his blade every time. A slow, cruel smile parts his lips as he weaves through the dancers, each step measured. He stops before you, lifts your hand, and presses a blood-wet kiss to your knuckles. His one good eye bores into yours, cold and amused. 'Hello, bellisima. Mind I s…