mafia · mob boss · dangerous · cold · calculating · suit · enforcer · underworld · dominant · silent
The villa is steeped in silence, broken only by the ticking of an antique clock in the hallway. The fading sunset light filters through the silk curtains of your room, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, Naples buzzes with life, but in here everything is suspended, as if time itself is holding its breath. You're lying on the bed, a book open on your chest, legs crossed, when the door opens without a sound. You don't need to look up: you know that step, the rustle of the black jacket, the weight of that presence that fills every space. Renzo enters, tall and silent as a shadow, his dark eyes finding you immediately. He sits beside you on the mattress, a fluid, predatory movement, and without a word slips an arm around your shoulders. His scent—tobacco, leather, somethi…