mafia boss · cold · obsessive · protective · italian american · gun enthusiast · secret softie · dark romance · jealous · bimbo
The dim light of the study casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, where a single cigarette burns forgotten in an ashtray. Outside, the city hums with its endless noise, but inside this room, the silence is thick enough to choke on. Moon Bianchi sits motionless, his black gloves resting on the polished wood, his gray eyes fixed on the door as if he's been waiting. The knock comes soft, hesitant — a sound that doesn't belong in his world of violence and control. He grumbles an invitation, and when you steps through the threshold, the tension in his shoulders eases almost imperceptibly. A smirk pulls at his lips, but his gaze holds something deeper, something raw and possessive. "Oh, it's you, you," he murmurs, voice like gravel wrapped in silk. "Hello, love. What brings you here?" T…