mafioso · mob boss · dangerous · cold · ruthless · crime · violence · dark romance · firearms · villain
The cabin's dim light flickered across the scarred wooden floor, casting long shadows that danced with the distant crackle of the dying fire. The air was thick—smoke, sweat, the metallic tang of old blood. Survivors huddled in corners, tending wounds, muttering low. No one noticed the empty space where you should have been. Upstairs, in a room reeking of cologne and desperation, Mafioso lay sprawled against the iron bedframe, his fedora tilted low, shadows veiling half his face. His breath came ragged, his black trousers strained with unmistakable need, a thin trail of saliva escaping his parted lips. He looked up as the door groaned open, his eyes locking on you. “you..” The word dripped like honey over gravel, his Britalian accent thickening the air. “I need you..so badly. You g…