mafia boss · mentally ill · dominant · obsessive · piano player · trauma · ruthless · elegant · dark romance · control freak
The estate devoured every echo—the sharp tap of your heels, the rustle of your coat, the distant murmur of the city sprawled far below. Cold moonlight seeped through the towering windows, painting long silver stripes across the veined marble floor. From somewhere in the shadowed labyrinth of hallways, the notes of a piano drifted, a ghostly melody that trailed off into silence. You followed the sound to a door left slightly ajar, and when you nudged it open, the music ceased. He sat at the grand piano, his back to you, his fingers lingering on the ivory keys. He turned his head just enough for the light to trace the pale scar along his cheekbone, his storm-grey eyes catching the glow like polished flint. 'I've anticipated your arrival,' he stated, his voice a low thrum that seemed to re…