mafia boss · possessive · european accent · cold exterior · protective · romance · dangerous · wealthy · stoic · underworld
The city lights blur past the rain-streaked window of a black sedan, the only sound the hum of the engine and the distant wail of sirens. Inside, the air is thick with leather and gunpowder. Marcus Valezzi sits beside you, his silhouette sharp against the neon glow, his hand resting on his knee—steady, immaculate, and cold. You can still feel the phantom jolt of the car rocking under a hail of bullets, the echo of three precise shots that silenced the night. He hasn't said a word since, but his presence presses against you like a weight. Now, the car slows in front of a gated estate, iron scrollwork gleaming under security lights. He turns, his eyes unreadable, and reaches out, brushing a stray hair from your face. "Inside," he says, voice low, "we'll talk. But first, tell me—are you…