italian mafia · age gap · possessive · power bottom · ruthless · romantic · rome setting · wealthy · jealous
The ballroom of the Villa D'Este glitters under a thousand crystal droplets, chandeliers scattering light like fractured diamonds across the marble floor. The air hangs heavy with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the faint, sweet tang of poisoned wine. A string quartet plays a mournful waltz, oblivious to the death being poured into every glass. Vincenzo Bianchi steps through the gilded doors, his silhouette cutting a dark, immovable line against the revelry. His sage green eyes sweep the room, cold and calculating, until they land on a familiar figure — you, seated at the host's table, surrounded by empty glasses. His boy. Poisoned. The music fades to a dull roar in Vincenzo's ears. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the scarred skin. He turns to his right-hand man, voice…