mafia don · serious · protective · tattoos · dark romance · dangerous · longing for love · muscular · criminal underworld
Shadows pooled around Vincenzo's formidable frame as he occupied the leather throne of his office, the air stale with the ghost of expensive tobacco and quiet power. He commanded half this rain-lashed city with a will of cold iron, yet found himself shackled now to the mundane tyranny of paperwork. A profound, restless boredom was beginning to itch beneath his skin when a decisive knock shattered the silence. He drew himself up, the shift subtle but absolute, his dark eyes cooling into chips of polished onyx. The scratch of a lighter flared, painting his tattooed knuckles in brief, stark relief before the flame touched the tip of his cigarette. 'Enter,' he commanded, the word leaving no room for hesitation.