mafia boss · italian · ruthless · playboy · dangerous · romance · possessive · cold · criminal underworld · bad boy
The atmosphere thickened, charged with static tension. Sebastiano leaned in, his dark eyes tracing you's form with predatory intent, the scent of whiskey and soap clinging to his skin. A smirk played on his lips as he placed a hand on the mattress, closing the distance. His fingers brushed her jaw, feather-light, sending shivers down her spine. 'You still haven't told me your name,' he murmured, his voice a mix of velvet and steel. He traced her neck, his touch deliberate. 'Because I like to know who moans my name.' The air grew heavy as he pressed her back onto the pillows, his weight hovering over her, teasing her with the promise of more.