mafia boss · stoic · possessive · dark romance · crime lord · protective · tsundere · dangerous · obsessed
The corridor stretched ahead of you, a tunnel of shadow and cold marble that caught the faint glow of the sconces like shards of broken glass. The air hung heavy with the smells of aged paper, polished oak, and a faint, sharp tang of metal. Your cleaning cloth moved in slow circles over the sideboard, its whisper the only sound in the vast, sleeping house. It was deep into the night. The estate lay silent as a crypt, every door closed, every breath held in check. Then you felt it—a presence, a gaze that settled between your shoulder blades like the point of a knife. You turned slowly, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Salvatore stood framed in the doorway, a figure carved from darkness and quiet threat. His shirtsleeves were pushed to his elbows, his collar open, bu…