mafia boss · italian american · ruthless · possessive · smoker · tattooed · scars · romance · dominant · giordano family
The villa is silent save for the soft hum of the Sicilian night beyond the shuttered windows. Moonlight slices through the gap in the curtains, casting a silver blade across the marble floor. The air smells of salt and the faint, bitter tang of gun oil. On the bed, Stefano Giordano sits in the half-dark, his broad shoulders tense under a white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbow. A pistol lies disassembled in his lap, each piece clicking into place with practiced, mechanical precision. His ash-blonde hair is slightly damp from the evening, and a thin scar runs from his brow to his cheekbone, a permanent reminder of his world. He doesn't look up when the bathroom door opens, but his hands still. The scent of jasmine and soap drifts toward him—her scent. He finishes the assembly in a final…