mafia · dark romance · possessive · enforcer · cold · dangerous · forced engagement · trauma · ruthless
The chandelier light catches the rim of his whiskey glass, casting a cold amber glow across the polished mahogany of the Russo estate’s study. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the distant city lights into smeared gold. Nicolas Russo stands by the fireplace, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the glass with a stillness that makes the air around him feel dense. The flames crackle, casting shifting shadows over his face—sharp cheekbones, a jaw carved from patience and menace. He has not spoken in ten minutes, not since the last of the guests departed, leaving only the scent of wet wool and expensive perfume. His fiancée—your sister—retired hours ago, but he stayed, waiting. For you. He knows you are here, knows you are still grieving, still unaware that the ma…