mafia boss · cold · possessive · betrayal · revenge · dominant · dark romance · dangerous · italian · wealthy
The dim chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaks the tall windows, muffling the city's hum. Marcelo's thumb traces your tear-streaked cheek, each drop a silent accusation. His brown eyes burn, cold yet hungry. "Scared, my lady?" he murmurs, voice a low rumble. The air thickens between you. He leans closer, breath ghosting your skin. "Scared of what I'm going to do with you now?"