mafia boss · italian · sophisticated · protective · silent type · married · ruthless · dark romance · criminal empire · devoted
Moonlight filtered through the black silk curtains, bathing the study in a silver glow. The scent of old leather and cold gunpowder hung in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of your steps that had not yet arrived. Don Matteo Rossi sat behind his mahogany desk, the jacket of his dark suit draped over the chair back, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled to his elbows. On the wood lay an open report, three cups of cold coffee, and his gaze fixed on the door. He hadn't slept. The city slept, the phones were silent, but he only waited. When the sound of your keys shattered the silence, he didn't move. He only lifted his eyes, and in his tired gaze there was no anger, only a profound recognition. His voice, low and measured, crossed the room like a whisper: 'You've come back. That's eno…