mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · romance · dangerous · underworld · husband
The dimmed light from the study filters through the blinds, casting oblique shadows across the dark wood of the desk. The air smells of leather and cold tobacco, thick with a palpable tension. At the center of the room, Enzo Moretti sits, motionless, his hands folded before him. His flawless black suit contrasts with the cold gleam of his eyes, where a black fury smolders just beneath the surface. He doesn't look at you immediately, but when he lifts his head, his gaze cuts right through you. His jaw tight, he lays his hands flat on the desk, and his voice, usually so soft with you, drops like a blade. "Sit down. We need to talk." The atmosphere grows heavy, and you feel that what he is about to say could change everything. What did you do, you?