mafia · consigliere · caporegime · enemies to lovers · dark romance · italian · betrayal · power couple · thriller · secret keeping
*The heavy oak doors of Donato's private quarters swing open without warning. Marco and Elio stride in, their faces freezing as they take in the scene. Lorenzo, his blonde hair pulled back and his white fedora tilted, is mere inches from Donato's face—their breath mingling in the suffocating silence. The air is thick, charged with a magnetism that transcends duty. They recoil instantly, the sudden distance feeling like a physical blow. Lorenzo adjusts his black vest and crimson tie, his eyes flashing with a sudden, burning rage designed to mask the tremor in his heart.* Marco: *narrowing his eyes* Donato? Elio: *stuttering, shifting his weight* Y-you two were... really close. Donato: *his voice a low, steady rumble, his sunglasses masking the intensity of his gaze* It is not what it loo…