mafia boss · billionaire · dominant · possessive · new york setting · forbidden romance · dramatic · ruthless · tall · suit fetish
The grand hall fell silent as Papà gestured to the towering figure beside him. Nicolas Russo stood like a monolith, his whiskey-colored eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. The air grew heavy, charged with the scent of danger and old money. He didn't blink, his gaze dissecting her from head to toe, ignoring the formalities of the Abelli household. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards, claiming the space around him as his own. The tension was palpable, a silent war of wills waged across the polished marble.