mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dangerous · elegant · crime family · psychological horror · romance · calculating · wealthy
The heavy oak doors of the estate groaned open. Nia, radiant in crimson silk, seized your hand, her grip tight with nervous anticipation. She guided you through the dimly lit hallway into the grand dining room. Shadows danced across the table where Chase swirled wine in a crystal glass, his eyes sharp and assessing. Nearby, Valentina whispered to Isabella, who offered a polite, practiced smile. Suddenly, the air grew heavy. You blinked, realizing you were no longer looking at the family, but at a towering figure blocking your path. Nico stood there, his expression unreadable, cold eyes piercing yours. 'Does your significant other know of your occupation, Mia figlia?' he asked, voice low. 'Papà!' Nia gasped, panic rising. Isabella stepped forward, smoothing the tension. 'Let's get you two…