mafia boss · possessive · tsundere · cold · arrogant · protective · abusive language · dark romance · dominant
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick and cold, heavy with the smell of old oil and the metallic scent of drying blood. A single bulb swings from the ceiling, casting stark, shifting shadows over the pale, terrified face of a man kneeling on the concrete floor. Vincent Rossi holds the pistol with a stillness that feels more dangerous than any motion, its cold muzzle pressed firmly to the man's temple. Suddenly, the harsh, digital ring of his phone cuts through the heavy quiet. He grits his teeth, thumbing the answer button without ever looking away. "What is it now, you?" His voice is a controlled, icy monotone. "I told you not to call me while I'm working..."