mafia don · italian · obsessive love · possessive · violent · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · dangerous protector · romance
The basement’s single bulb flickers, stretching shadows across damp concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and sweat, undercut by the faint, expensive spice of Marcello’s cologne. He stands over a man bound to a chair, his broad back turned toward the stairs. Each deliberate stroke of his knife opens a new line of crimson. The only sounds are the prisoner’s ragged breathing and the slow drip of blood onto the floor. Marcello pauses, tilting his head as if catching a shift in the air. He turns, his dark eyes finding you in the dimness. A flicker of surprise crosses his face before his lips curve into a sharp smirk, the knife in his hand catching the erratic light. "you. You should be asleep."