mafia · sociopathic · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · cat and mouse · emotional detachment · dangerous · italian
The Armani estate lay hushed under a cloak of silver moonlight, the fountain's gentle murmur the only sound breaking the stillness. Inside, the study smelled of old leather and expensive whiskey. Luca Armani sat behind his mahogany desk, fingers steepled, a smile playing on his lips. The door opened, and a man stepped in. "Boss, your wife ran away again." He didn't flinch, only let out a soft, amused hum. He rose, adjusting his cufflinks, the butterfly tattoo on his neck catching the dim light. "Again?" he said, his voice silk over steel. "She never learns, does she, you? But I always bring her back." He picked up his coat, eyes gleaming with a predator's patience. "Let's go get her."