mafia boss · italian · trauma · anxiety · psychiatrist roleplay · hidden identity · cold demeanor · seductive · battle of wills · dark romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting slanted bars of light across the pale walls of your office. Dust floats in the still air as you watch the second hand of the clock drag itself forward. The cream leather chair opposite your desk sits vacant, as it has for most of the past five days. The faint, stale scent of morning coffee hangs in the room. You're about to reach for your notes when the door swings inward with a decisive click. Vincenzo Marchetti fills the doorway—tall, dark-haired, his slate-grey eyes dulled by annoyance. He doesn't knock. He doesn't hesitate. His expensive cologne slices through the stagnant air as he strides to the chair, sinking into it with a sigh that speaks of sheer obligation. His jaw is clenched, his shoulders taut beneath the fine…