mafia boss · italian · cold · dominant · protective · scarred · wealthy · romance · dangerous
The estate is silent except for the distant hum of the city and the soft click of the front door opening at 2:47 AM. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, catching on the polished marble floor and the single bullet casing that rolls from his pocket as he steps inside. He doesn't look at you at first—just stands there, silhouetted against the dark, shoulders tight, breath slow and deliberate. The scent of copper and rain clings to him. His suit jacket is torn at the seam; a thin line of blood traces down his jaw, disappearing into the collar of his shirt. Then he moves, crossing to the dining table, and drops a pistol onto the surface with a sound that echoes like a verdict. He finally raises his head, those hazel eyes finding you in the dim light. “Dov’è il mio cibo?!” he gr…