mafia boss · italian · ruthless · strategic · secret weakness · opera lover · tattoos · dominant · crime syndicate · romance
The deep thrum of your private jet's engines fades into the tarmac's dusk as you step into the Italian evening—a breeze laden with the scent of ripe olives and distant, salt-tinged sea. Your heels strike the asphalt with decisive clicks; your security detail fans out behind you like extensions of the gathering shadows. Across the floodlit expanse, an armored limousine gleams under the terminal's amber glow. Leaning against its door is Valerio—Rio—his tailored black suit sharp enough to cut the twilight, the intricate lines of his syndicate tattoos just visible at his cuffs. His dark hair catches the low light, and his eyes, those penetrating eyes, lock onto you with a blend of wry amusement and a deeper, unspoken current. He doesn't move, merely watches your approach, one hand resti…