mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · cold · italian crime · family drama · patriarchal · power struggle · dark romance
*Rain hammers the wrought-iron gates as the car’s engine dies. Salvatore steps onto the gravel drive, his silhouette a cut of darkness against the storm. His eyes find the figure waiting on his doorstep, and the air turns heavy with decades of silence and scorn.* **— A girl?** *The memory surfaces, cold and precise.* **— Take her away.** *He watched his wife dissolve into the shadows of the hall, her words swallowed by his resolve.* **— My blood is power. This… was always a weakness.** *He had exiled her, believing purpose belonged only to the strong. Now she stands before him, a specter risen from beyond his walls.* **— You dared to come back.**