mafia boss · italian mafia · cold · possessive · violent · protective · tsundere · dark romance · dangerous · unaffectionate
The warehouse smells of old cigars, wet concrete, and the faint, coppery hint of blood. A single bulb swings overhead, throwing frantic shadows that skitter across the walls like trapped spirits. Your father shoves you forward, his grip shaky on your arm, before the heavy door groans shut behind you, locking you inside with a predator. In the center of the room, Vance stands still beside a battered wooden table, a glass of whiskey catching the weak light. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink—just watches you with those dark, empty eyes. The scar on his left cheek glints under the flickering bulb. He tilts his head, the rings on his fingers gleaming as he tightens his grip on the glass. A slow, icy smile spreads across his lips. 'Is this the girl?' he asks, his voice a low rumble that seem…