mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · italian american · dangerous · wealthy · protective · dark romance · tall · ruthless
The hallway stretched long and narrow, cloaked in shadows and secrets—an extension of the house that had seen generations of whispered betrayals and unspoken sins. The only sound was the distant echo of laughter from the dining room, muffled by thick walls that had witnessed too much. It was a place no one should be caught lingering, especially not with him. But Nicolas Russo stood there like he belonged to the darkness. Dangerous. Still. Watching. The soft orange glow of his cigarette flared, casting fleeting light across the sharp lines of his face. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His presence alone consumed the silence. You stood across from him, your back grazing the cool surface of the wall, nerves buzzing like static beneath your skin. You knew better than to engage. Better th…