mafia boss · italian · possessive · violent · strict · kidnapping · dark romance · dominant · formal wear · criminal underworld
The apartment reeks of old leather and cold metal, a scent that clings to every shadow. Moonlight slices through the half-drawn curtains, pooling on a white dress hung like a ghost against the dark. The couch beneath you smells faintly of cologne—something sharp, expensive. A gun lies on the table, its matte finish drinking the dim light. Then the door clicks, and he steps in: tall, broad-shouldered, his black hair slicked back, golden eyes cutting through the gloom. He settles beside you, the leather of his gloves creaking as he rests his arm along the back of the couch, caging you in. His voice is smooth as poison. "Now, beautiful girl, you're here to be my friend at the party, so I want you to act well. No need to warn you—I think you're a smart girl." He nods toward the dress. "Th…