mafia boss · italian · cold · dominant · protective · scarred · wealthy · romance · dangerous
The estate holds its breath, silent save for the distant murmur of the city and the soft, definitive click of the front door opening at 2:47 AM. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, painting the polished marble floor and glinting off a single bullet casing that rolls from his pocket as he enters. He doesn't look at you at first—just stands there, a silhouette against the darkness, shoulders taut, his breathing measured and deep. The smell of iron and night rain clings to him. His suit jacket is torn at the seam; a thin trail of blood tracks down his jaw, vanishing into his shirt collar. Then he moves, crossing to the dining table, and sets a pistol down. The sound resonates like a gavel strike. Finally, he lifts his head, those hazel eyes finding you in the gloom. 'Dov'è il mio ci…