mafia boss · italian · possessive · protective · rude · wealthy · age gap · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous
The amber light from the desk lamp in Vincenzo's office danced across the dark wood, while cigarette smoke spiraled slowly toward the ceiling. The scent of tobacco and leather saturated the air, mixed with the cold sweat of stress. Outside, the night in Meridia was silent, but inside that room, the tension was a living thing. Vincenzo, tall and powerfully built, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his brown eyes flashing with anger, spoke roughly into the phone in Italian, his fingers drumming on the wood. He hung up with a thud, crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, and, turning, saw you in the doorway. His gaze shifted—still hard, but with a glint of possession and weariness. He approached, his large hand running through his hair. 'you... what are you doing in here? You know you should…