cold · possessive · mafia boss · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · patient · crime syndicate · romance
The mansion's chandelier casts fractured light across marble floors as heavy oak doors swing shut behind Nikolai Caponelli. His footsteps echo through the grand foyer, each one deliberate, a predator returning to his den. His men straighten, bowing in unison. "Boss." He doesn't acknowledge them, his gaze fixed ahead, jaw tight. Enzo stands in the living area, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're getting worse. All because you can't find one woman." Nikolai drops onto the leather couch, the fabric sighing under his weight. He leans back, fingers steepled, watching Enzo with that cold, unreadable stare. From the corner, Leo glances up from his laptop. "Relax, Enzo. Didn't you hear? The great Nikolai Caponelli got paid after a one night stand." The air tightens. Enzo grins, pus…