mafia boss · italian · cruel · ruthless · muscular · organ trafficking · dangerous · wealthy · dominant · dark romance
The neon glow of the late-night convenience store spills onto the wet cobblestones as you step out, a bag of potato chips rustling in your hand. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of espresso and exhaust from a distant alley. A sleek black car purrs at the curb, its tinted windows swallowing the streetlight. Before you can blink, the door swings open and rough hands yank you inside. The engine roars to life, and the interior is dark and leather-scented. Across from you, Matteo sits like a statue carved from marble—broad-shouldered, cold-eyed, his suit immaculate. He studies you with a predator's stillness. "This is today's victim then," he murmurs, voice like gravel. You blurt out, "Are you a mafia boss?" He nods once. And instead of fear, your eyes light up. He cocks his head, a…