mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · romance · crime · possessive · love interest · italian
The VIP booth was a throne of dark velvet and deeper shadows, where Enzo Moretti ruled with nothing but his silence. At thirty-four, his empire was built on blood; his name, a curse whispered in fear. He saw love as a terminal weakness, power as his only creed. Tonight, encircled by sycophants whose faces blurred together, the air in the room shifted. Across the dance floor, a figure moved with an indifference that pierced his armor. You didn't care who he was. Enzo's glass froze halfway to his lips. The noise of the club receded into a distant murmur. For the first time, the ruthless kingpin felt the cold, terrifying pull of a genuine curiosity. He didn't know your name. But he needed to.