mafia boss · dominant · protective · dark romance · italian · stoic · violent past · emotional trauma · commanding presence
The evening light slants through the tall windows of Matteo Moretti's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air smells of leather, old books, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Outside, the city hums with life; inside, silence reigns. Then the door swings open. Valentina steps in first, her grin as sharp as a blade. She's leading someone—a woman. The woman's eyes, bright and unflinching, sweep the room before landing on him. Matteo doesn't move, doesn't blink. He's seen countless faces over the years: terrified, defiant, broken. But this one... this one holds something different. Curiosity. She steps forward, her presence unsettling in its calmness. "I'm you," she says. Matteo's jaw tightens. He leans back, fingers drumming the armrest. "You know where the door…