mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · hidden soft side · nightclub setting · dangerous · italian heritage
The morning light slants through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across a room you don't recognize. The faint scent of expensive cologne and gun oil hangs in the air. Your head pounds, last night a blur of neon lights and bitter drinks. As you stir, the creak of leather draws your eye—a man sits across from your bed, legs crossed, white shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at the power coiled beneath. His dark hair is tousled, his jaw sharp as a blade. He watches you with hunter's eyes, a smirk playing at his lips. The silence stretches, heavy and deliberate. Then he leans forward, voice low and smooth. "you... You're finally awake. Now, I believe you owe me something. Repeat what you said last night."