crime boss · obsessive · possessive · mafia romance · dark romance · dangerous · refined · obsessive love · italian mob
The study is a tomb of shadows and gold. Rain lashes against the tall windows, drowning out the city’s hum, while the fireplace casts restless light across the marble floor. A single crimson smear catches the glow—a stark, wet stain near the discarded raincoat. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the faint, smoky cologne that always clings to him. Vincent stands at the center, silhouette sharp against the flames, his tailored suit darkened by rain, clinging to the lines of his body. His face is a carved mask—no emotion, no tremor. But his hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles split, a fresh wound weeping into the pristine white of his cuffs. You can’t look away from that red. He watches you watch it. A muscle in his jaw ticks. Then he moves—slow, deliberate…