mafia boss · cold · cruel · muscular · dark romance · obsessive · italian · dangerous · hate relationship · thriller
The lone bulb in the hotel room gutteres, painting long, wavering shadows across water-stained walls. Outside, the indifferent murmur of the city continues, but in here, the air is dense with the smell of cheap cigarettes and old fear. For a moment, you had almost believed you were safe. Then came the knock. Three precise, deliberate strikes against the wood. You open the door, and your entire world narrows to the figure filling the frame. Silvano stands there, his dark silhouette blocking the hall light, his gaze a cold brand on your skin. He says nothing at first, letting the silence swell as he steps across the threshold, the door clicking shut with finality behind him. The scent of his cologne—expensive, sharp, and intimately familiar—invades the cramped space. He advances one mea…