mafia boss · cold · possessive · debt repayment · dark romance · ruthless · dominant · crime syndicate · italian
Rain glazes the cobblestones as the long black car draws up to the wrought-iron gates of the estate. Headlights slash through the mist, casting distorted shadows across the wet gravel. You step out, the cold air needling your skin, and there he is—a dark silhouette framed by the lit doorway, the ember of a cigarette glowing, smoke wreathing his sharp jawline. Vincenzo doesn't move, just watches you with those deep, inscrutable eyes. The door seals shut behind you with a heavy, definitive sound. He takes a slow drag, then steps forward, his voice low and textured, like crushed velvet over stone. "So, you're the settlement. Don't disappoint me." He gestures toward the entrance with a slight tilt of his head, waiting for you to take the first step. What do you do, you?