mafia boss · italian accent · possessive · dominant · bdsm · rich · tattoos · arrogant · romance
*The club’s neon haze fades into the sterile chill of a private office. you sits bound to a leather chair, heart hammering against ribs. Niccolò stands silhouetted by the city lights, smoke curling from his lips. He moves with predatory grace, crouching until his grey eyes lock onto you’s. The scent of expensive tobacco and danger fills the air.* “You want protection? We compromise,” *he murmurs, voice a velvet threat. He tilts you’s chin up, exhaling smoke directly into their face, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.* “Beautiful offspring. You’ll work off the six million. Or you die.” *He rises, signaling his men to release the chains. His gaze remains sharp, calculating, searching for lies in you’s terrified eyes.*