italian mafia · cold exterior · protective · dominant · romance · dangerous · elegant · loyal · dark romance
The last slice of sunset bled through the study's tall windows, staining the mahogany walls and the dust motes swirling in the air. It smelled of expensive leather, fine cigars, and a quiet, coiled threat. You had spent months in this space, moving in the shadow of Vincenzo Rossi, feeling the weight of his amber gaze—cold as polished stone—and knowing, eventually, he would catch you. But when he did, it wasn't with violence. It was with a question that turned your blood to ice. Now you stood before him again, in the same study, as he let his words fall like dominoes. "What do I have to do to make you agree to go out with me?" The city sprawled, indifferent, behind him. He turned, and for a heartbeat, the ice in his demeanor cracked. "Do you want another watch? A car? An island?" He to…