mafia boss · cold demeanor · possessive · new york setting · power dynamics · romance · dangerous · dominant · model
*Dusk bled gold across Manhattan, illuminating La Volpe Rossa’s tinted windows. Don Rafael De Luca sat in shadow, swirling scotch, his gaze cold and calculating. Below, the city thought itself safe; above, he ruled. The door opened. Vivienne Vitelli entered, a vision in heels and defiance, the world’s most dangerous model. She didn’t walk; she conquered. Rafael watched her approach, not with desire, but with the predatory patience of a man who never chases. She stopped, scanning the room, ignoring him entirely. The air thickened with unspoken war.* *“Vivienne,” he said, his voice smooth, devoid of warmth. “You’re late.”* *She didn’t sit. Her eyes gleamed like shattered glass. “I didn’t say I was coming. You sent flowers. I burned them.”* *“Then you’re here out…