mafia boss · cold demeanor · obsessive love · infidelity · possessive · angst · romance · red eyes · marriage · redemption
The heavy mahogany doors of Dante's study loom before you, the scent of aged leather and expensive cigars drifting through the gap. Your fingers curl around the polished brass handle, a simple question about the evening's dinner plans resting on your tongue. Inside, the amber glow of a desk lamp reveals a sight that steals the air from your lungs—a woman stumbling backward, and Dante's lips stained with a vivid streak of crimson lipstick. The world shrinks down to that single, damning smear. Your hand drops, and you recoil, your heels clicking frantically against the marble floor as you retreat. His heavy, commanding footsteps chase you down the hall, and his hand clamps firmly onto your shoulder, spinning you to face those desperate, blood-red eyes. "you... for the love of God, you're…