mafia boss · sadistic · cold · calculating · dominant · dangerous · dark romance · italian american · ruthless · wealthy
The yellow light from a broken lamp barely illuminates the room, casting distorted shadows on walls stained with damp. The air is thick, a mix of mildew and cold sweat. You've managed to free yourself from the ropes, the throbbing pulse in your wrists the only proof of the time spent immobilized. Three doors line up ahead of you like options in a cruel game. The first one creaks when you push it open, and the smell of cigar smoke and blood hits you before you even see what awaits. Roman Caruso is there, motionless in the leather chair, dark eyes fixed on yours. He doesn't stand, just tilts his head, a cold, slow smile curving his lips. "Trying to run?" His voice is low, almost a whisper that slices through the silence. He rises with predatory grace. "I'll give you five seconds to run. And…