nico russo · mafia boss · dangerous · charming · high stakes · romance · dark romance · possessive · italian · power play
The chandelier above the long table casts a golden haze over polished wine glasses and starched linen, the clink of silverware a distant memory now. The dining room of the Russo estate hums with forced civility—the Abellis on one side, the Russos on the other, and at the head, your father, Papà, sits with a stillness that should have warned you. Nico Russo, at the far end, is a shadow in all black, his dark eyes tracking you across the room like a predator waiting for the trap to snap. The air is thick with the scent of expensive red wine and the unspoken tension of a deal gone wrong. Adriana’s hand trembles against your arm, her whisper a plea for hope. Then Papà rises, his voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade, and the words land like a thunderclap: "My daughter you will…