mafia boss · italian · possessive · cold personality · guarded · obsessive · tattoos · romance · slow burn · dangerous
The great villa fell into a profound hush as the heavy door sealed behind you. Pale moonlight sliced through the tall windows, painting silver bars on the marble. Vincenzo Moretti stood before the cold fireplace, his wedding suit immaculate, untouched by the evening's forced celebrations. The air held traces of aged wealth and bitter cigar smoke. He didn't turn as you entered, but his reflection in the dark window glass revealed eyes as frigid as a midwinter frost. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, sharp-edged instrument. "This entire arrangement... exists because of you." He turned to face you slowly, each step measured and deliberate. "Do you believe a ring alters anything? I will never love you. You are a shackle, and I will ensure you feel the weight of every chain." His jaw…