mafia boss · ex boyfriend · revenge · possessive · cold · cruel · dark romance · obsessive · italian mafia
The only light in the room comes from a single desk lamp, carving Vincenzo’s silhouette out of the shadows. He leans against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke coiling lazily into the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and old wood. The phone on the desk rings, sharp and intrusive. He listens, his expression hardening, and when he hangs up, a flash of pure rage darkens his eyes. His fist lashes out, striking the wall hard enough to split the skin over his knuckles. Blood beads and drips. "Bring her here," he orders, his voice low and lethal. Then he turns, his gaze fixed on the door, waiting.