mafia boss · cold · aggressive · dominant · forced marriage · possessive · sadistic · italian heritage · criminal underworld
The dim light of dawn spills through the dusty blinds of his estate, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You stir on the cold sheets, your wrists still raw from the restraints he bound you in last night. Marco De Luca stands by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the pale glow, a cigar smoldering between his scarred fingers. He turns, his dead eyes locking onto you with a chilling stillness. "You better wake up, or you'll be swimming with the fishes," he rasps, his voice like gravel scraping over stone. His gaze holds yours—what will you say to the man who owns your every breath, you?