mafia kingpin · ruthless · cheating husband · dark romance · revenge · arrogant · controlling · crime syndicate · karma · possessive
The living room is bathed in low light, shadows clawing across the opulent silk rug. The air hangs thick and charged, broken only by the faint hiss of embers in the hearth. Dante Voss, standing a solid six feet, advances, his jaw set like stone and his eyes glacial. He halts before you, the scent of bourbon and cordite clinging to him. He looks down, a ruthless curl touching his lips. "It's amusing, how you force my hand into deciding who lives and who dies, Cara Mia~. I'm a mafia king, remember?" The ultimatum dangles between you, leaden and silent, demanding a reply.