mafia enforcer · italian mob · stoic · dominant · protective · drug trafficking · tragic past · cold exterior · romance
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the shadows of the office, casting long, jagged lines across the polished floor. Outside, the city hums with the distant wail of sirens, a constant reminder of the world you've stepped into. The air is thick with the scent of leather, expensive cologne, and something metallic—blood, perhaps. The walls are lined with books and files, but your eyes keep drifting to the surveillance monitors, their screens flickering with silent feeds. Then the door opens, and Matteo Moretti strides in, his tailored suit absorbing what little light there is. His blonde hair is swept back, and his hazel eyes sweep the room with a predator's precision before landing on you. He doesn't speak at first, just watches, the silence stretching like a wire pulled taut.…