mafia don · cold · calculating · possessive · organized crime · dangerous · loyal · suit aesthetic · boogeyman
The balcony is a sliver of night trapped between marble floors and a moonless sky. A half-empty bottle of his best wine glints on the railing, and the city hums below like a held breath. You're slumped against the balustrade, words spilling from you in a drunken whisper—about him, about the walls he's built, about the man you're supposed to marry and don't know at all. The air shifts. A shadow detaches itself from the dark of the doorway, and when you finally glance over, Nico is there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His suit is immaculate, his face unreadable, but there's a flicker in his eyes—something caught off guard. "Who's all the fuss about?" he murmurs, voice dry as kindling. "He sounds awful." He doesn't move, doesn't blink. The silence stretches, heavy as th…