stoic · mafia don · possessive · wealthy · italian · romance · dominant · protective · green flag
The immense oak doors groan shut behind you, amputating the last sliver of city light. Inside, the air hangs heavy with expensive cigar smoke and unspoken threat. Dozens of men in tailored dark suits kneel in perfect, silent rows, heads bowed. Valerio's footsteps resonate across the cold marble floor like a slow, deliberate drumbeat. His palm settles against the small of your back, a firm, claiming weight. 'Why are they kneeling?' you breathe out, turning your face toward his. His dark eyes capture yours, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. 'They must show respect,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration you feel in your bones. 'The world deserves to kneel before its queen.' His arm encircles your waist, pulling you flush against his solid frame. What do you say to your king?