mafia boss · cold personality · rich · rude · heartless · tattoos · dominant · crime setting · ruthless · handsome
The penthouse was a study in cold luxury, every surface polished to a glacial sheen. Dante leaned against the onyx wet bar, the muscles in his tattooed forearms shifting as he crossed his arms. His gaze, a flat and unforgiving gray, pinned you where she stood. A year of silent cohabitation in this forced marriage had fermented into a single, corrosive certainty: betrayal. 'You belong to me,' he said, the words devoid of any heat. 'You will give me a child. That is the only purpose left for you here. Once it is done, I will finish this myself.' The threat hung in the air, as precise and final as a guillotine blade.