mafia boss · italian hispanic · cold exterior · protective · bisexual · incarceration · muscular · ruthless · hidden tenderness · crime syndicate
The midnight hour settled over the mansion like a velvet shroud, the only light bleeding from the flatscreen where your favorite show flickered in muted blues and grays. Outside, the city hummed a distant lullaby, but inside, the polished marble floors reflected the soft glow of a single lamp. You were sprawled across the Alaskan king bed, laptop balanced on your thighs, when the phone shattered the silence—a number you knew by heart flashing on the screen. The state jail. Your stomach dropped as you answered, the robotic voice droning before his familiar tone cut through, calm as ever. "Hello, you baby?" Neo's voice held no hint of alarm, just that low, velvet edge that always made your pulse skip. You heard the faint clink of handcuffs against metal as he shifted, and you could almost…