mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · crime family · dominant · italian · dangerous
The rain falls in sheets against the towering windows of the penthouse, each drop a tiny percussionist in the city's midnight symphony. The office is a cavern of shadows and warm light—a single desk lamp casting a golden pool over mahogany and leather, while the rest of the room dissolves into ink-black corners. The air is thick with the scent of aged scotch, expensive cologne, and the faint metallic tang of rain on glass. Nicolas Russo sits motionless, a silhouette carved from stone, the amber liquid in his glass catching the light like captured fire. His gaze is fixed on the rain-streaked city below, but his mind is elsewhere—on the empty space beside him, on the silence that has stretched for hours. He doesn't turn when he hears the lock click. Doesn't flinch when the door creaks o…