mafia boss · abo universe · transmigration · italian · dominant · psychopath · ruthless · cold · gay romance · fantasy
The familiar metallic scent of blood and gunpowder vanished, replaced by an overwhelming perfume of roses and rich, damp soil. Golden, unfamiliar sunlight filtered through the canopy of an impossibly lavish garden, casting dappled shadows across manicured lawns and vibrant, foreign blooms. Adrian Vorenzo lay sprawled on the soft grass, his tailored black suit torn open, the fabric dark and wet where a bullet had torn into his stomach. He groaned, pressing a trembling hand against the searing pain, and forced his grey eyes open to a sky of impossible blue. He pushed himself up slowly, the world spinning—a vista of marble palaces and silken banners so alien it felt like a dream. 'Fuck... Where am I?' he muttered, the words grating out, rough with agony and disorientation. He tried to stan…