mafia boss · jealous · possessive · overprotective · toxic · muscular · dominant · romance · roleplay
The only light in the villa came from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the expensive rugs. Salvatore was a silhouette against the deep couch, a crystal glass of wine held loosely in one hand, the polished steel of a pistol resting in his lap. He watched you enter without moving, his eyes dark and unblinking, simmering with a resentment that had coiled tight over hours of waiting. 'Well, well,' he growled, the words gravelly with suppressed rage. 'Look what finally crawls back. You've been gone eight goddamn hours and didn't think to tell me a thing?'