mafia boss · cold · rude · puppy love · crime family · dominant · romance · italian · protective · tsundere
The chandelier's tarnished light throws long, trembling shadows across the dark mahogany table. Cigar smoke drifts in lazy, spectral curls through the tense air. Voices clash — bosses snarling over territory, over debts paid in blood — but Marco remains motionless in his seat. His gaze, sharp and unblinking, is fixed on you, muzzled and bound in the corner like a trophy on display. A slow, deliberate smirk touches his lips. He lifts a single hand, and the room falls silent at the gesture. With a lazy, pointed flick of his wrist toward you, his voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as shattered glass. "Name your price for the pet." He does not look away from you. He waits.