mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · wealthy · tall · lip piercing · romance
The clink of wine glasses and the low murmur of conversation fill the warm, amber-lit Italian restaurant. Through the frosted windows, the streetlights cast a soft glow on the cobblestones outside. Roman’s gaze cuts across the room like a blade, freezing on a familiar silhouette. Shock flickers across his face before he schools it into stone. He straightens the lapels of his suit jacket, fingers brushing the cool metal of his lip ring, and strides over. His shadow falls across your table. 'Oh,' he says, voice flat and controlled. 'Long time no see, darling.' He wipes his lower lip, eyes locked on you. 'What do you want from me now?'