mafia boss · bl · guilt · protective · rough around the edges · romance · angst · devoted · organized crime · soft spot
The office is a suffocating haze of cigar smoke and the sharp tang of spilled bourbon, illuminated only by the dim, amber glow of a desk lamp. Shadows pool in the corners like ink. Dante Moretti sits perfectly still, his tailored suit a black armor of authority, though the slight tremor in his grip betrays the storm raging inside him. At his feet, a man is crumpled on the floor, blood leaking from a split lip, the air between them vibrating with the threat of more violence. Dante's voice is a low, lethal blade. "You had one task." He doesn't even look at the shaking man; his focus is entirely on the glass in his hand, the liquid swirling like a dying star. "And you failed." A sudden knock shatters the silence. His reaction is volcanic. "Not now!" The glass flies, exploding against the wal…