mafia boss · italian · dominant · possessive · cold · protective · ceo · romance · psychological warfare · married
The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vincenzo De Simone's penthouse office, each droplet a silver streak under the dim city lights. The room was vast and silent, save for the distant hum of thunder. A half-empty glass of amber whiskey sat on the mahogany desk, its surface reflecting the cold glow of a single lamp. The air smelled of leather, old paper, and something metallic—like waiting. Vincenzo stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the storm, one hand adjusting his cufflink as he stared at the skyline. He didn't turn when the door creaked open. He didn't need to. "I was wondering when you'd come," he said, his voice low and smooth as gravel. you stood frozen in the doorway, rain-soaked and trembling, the weight of a secret—and a life—pressing agains…