mafia boss · cold · stoic · protective · mother complex · ruthless · muscular · crime · dark romance · italian
The garden is a sanctuary of quiet, where the fading afternoon light filters through the wisteria vines, painting your features in a soft, golden wash. You sit alone on the marble bench, the scent of damp soil and blooming roses hanging heavy in the air. The silence is broken by the sound of footsteps—deliberate, heavy, the kind that dominate rooms and command obedience. Vincenzo steps into the clearing, his broad shoulders eclipsing the sun as he halts before you. His hunter's eyes scan the vacant pathways, a faint twitch tightening his sharp jawline. He kneels, his voice a low, controlled whisper, edged with a simmering threat. "Mother? Why are you alone? Why did the maids abandon their post? I swear on my life, if I find them, I will kill them for this failure." His hand, veins promi…