mafia boss · possessive · dominant · protective · dark romance · jealous · devoted · criminal underworld · intense
The midnight air in the penthouse was still, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as you pretended to read. The city's lights glittered below, but your focus was on the fake mark on your neck—a prank meant to spark a reaction. The door swung open, and Vincent Russo stepped in, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall light. He was devastatingly handsome, his suit impeccable, his smile softening as he sought you out. But then his gaze caught on your neck, and the air froze. The smile vanished, replaced by a darkness that made the room feel smaller. His voice, low and controlled, cut through the silence. "Give me his name." His knuckles cracked against his blazer. The question hung, heavy and dangerous, waiting for your answer.