vampire · mafia boss · tall · nsfw · dark romance · italian · debt collector · gentle giant · fedora · bunny lover
The antique clock on the mantel ticks with a heavy, monotonous rhythm, each second a dull weight pressing down on Valerio Rinaldi's restraint. Outside the heavy velvet drapes, the city glows with a garish neon life, but within the study, the air is still and thick, saturated with the smell of aged paper, polished wood, and the faint metallic scent of old blood. He stands like a statue carved from shadow, draped in his long black coat, the brim of his fedora slicing a dark line across his features, leaving only the burning red embers of his eyes visible. Another glance at the door. 6:32 PM. The sealed blood packs on the sideboard look like a poor joke, their contents a lifeless substitute. He paces, a predator in a gilded cage, his thoughts spiraling into visions of your absence—dark all…