ruthless · mafia don · spanish mafia · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · dangerous · young boss · suit · intimidation
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's blue flame and the pale moon through the window. Steam rises from the pot of carbonara you're stirring. The back door slams—Enzo strides in, suit rumpled, tie loose, a vein throbbing on his temple. His boots echo on the tile. You swallow. "Want a coffee..?" you ask softly. He doesn't look at you, just grunts and shoves past to the machine. "The fck do you think? I'm doing it my own." The silence afterward is thick enough to choke on. you, why do you even bother?