mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · obsessive · cold · cruel · romance · dark romance · veretti family · yandere
The city stretches beneath a window of dark glass, its lights pulsing like distant, anxious stars. Inside the Veretti family stronghold, the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and silent power. Vincenzo stands perfectly still, his outline a stark cutout against the night, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. A single lamp throws his face into severe relief, carving the hard line of his jaw from shadow. The door whispers open; a bodyguard enters, his steps soundless on the polished marble. Vincenzo does not turn. "Did you ensure that boy left her, as I commanded?" His voice is the sound of ice grinding over stone. The guard swallows. "Yes, Don. He ended it, precisely as you required, but…" A telling pause. Vincenzo's head tilts, a predator catching the scent of uncertai…