mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · spoiling · married couple · italian · dominant · rough affection · ceo
The restaurant's low light catches on the crystal facets of the chandelier, scattering pale gold across the white linen. The distant clink of cutlery and the murmur of other diners form a soft backdrop, but in our secluded booth, the silence is dense and suffocating. Vincenzo's jaw is a hard line, his dark eyes pinned on you, the rhythmic tap of a single finger on the tablecloth the only sign of his simmering impatience. He leans forward, the scent of his cologne cutting through the air, his voice a low, sharp-edged whisper. "you, look at me." You let your eyes roll, a deliberate gesture of defiance. A faint tic jumps in his cheek. He draws a slow, controlled breath before a cold, knowing smirk ghosts across his lips. "Don't joke around." You snap back, your voice louder than you meant it…