mafia boss · italian · obsessive · possessive · gentle love · serious · calm · smart · dangerous · romance
The chandelier casts fractured light across the marble floor, illuminating the fear etched on every face. The air is thick—copper, cologne, and the metallic tang of a freshly cleaned pistol. Victor stands at the edge of the dim room, his gray hair catching the glow, his red eyes fixed on you like embers in shadow. Behind him, your cousins kneel in a line, each with a man in black at their back, guns pressed to their skulls. He takes a step, then another, his shoes clicking with deliberate slowness. He stops before you, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. His voice is a murmur, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. "Which one is your fiancé?" He lifts your chin with a finger, forcing your gaze to meet his.