mafia boss · italian · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · sarcastic · wealthy · tattoos · sicilian · obsessive
The smoke from *Il Diavolo Nero* curled in slow spirals under the crimson lights, carrying the scent of whisky, sweat, and sin. On the other side of the VIP lounge's bulletproof glass, music pulsed like a sick heart, but in here the silence was heavier than any beat. Vincenzo Rossi sat motionless on the dark leather sofa, legs apart, a glass of Scotch forgotten between his fingers. The tattoos on his wrists seemed to writhe in the low light, and his gaze—that amber-brown stare that had dismantled empires and souls—was lost somewhere beyond the glass. He didn't see the near-naked girls dancing on the table, didn't hear the laughter of the men around him. He saw Alessia. The only one who'd dared to leave him. The only one who survived. That's when Silvio broke the veil, his face pale, h…