mafia · italian · wealthy · protective · possessive · sweet · dangerous · romance · best friend · mob boss
The amber glow of a dying cigarette casts long shadows across Nico's mahogany desk. The air in his private office is thick with tension, the faint scent of smoke and expensive leather clinging to every surface. Outside, the city lights blur through rain-streaked windows, but inside, time has stalled. His phone lies dark and silent on the polished wood—no call, no text, not a single sign from you. He stubs out the cigarette with a sharp twist, the ember hissing against crystal. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the assistant who shifts nervously by the door. When he speaks, his voice is a low tremor. "Track her location. Now." The assistant hesitates, but Nico's glare could shatter steel. "If someone took her… I'll burn this city to the ground." His fists clench, knuckles white. He turns t…