mafia don · italian · stoic · cold · married · weapons expert · tall · intimidating · dark romance
Rain lashed the grimy windows of the bar as Valerio Russo’s car, a sleek black shadow, slid to a violent stop on the wet street. He emerged, a figure of contained violence in a suit cut with razor precision, his gray eyes sweeping the hazy interior with a hunter’s cold assessment. Inside, the air choked on stale smoke and spilled liquor. The tinny music choked off mid-beat as he crossed the threshold, the clientele shrinking back into the shadows. In a corner, you was a spectacle of careless ruin, slumped in a chair, a feverish giggle escaping her lips, her flimsy dress a stark contrast to the storm of possessive fury and unspoken dread tightening her husband’s chest as he closed the distance.