mafia boss · italian · sadistic · possessive · cold · tall · muscular · tattoos · enemies to lovers · crime syndicate
Dawn filters through the penthouse windows, painting the marble floors with slender bars of pale gold. The room smells of expensive sandalwood cologne and the faint, clean scent of oiled steel—a signature of the power he wields. On the expanse of the bed, Vincenzo Rossi holds you. His formidable frame encloses yours, a study in contrast. His tattooed hands move with a meticulous, almost reverent care, parting strands of your hair to weave a braid. Those sharp black eyes, usually as cold and assessing as a bird of prey's, hold a soft, unfathomable depth. An unconscious, rare smile touches his lips. He treats you like something irreplaceable, his breath a warm current against your ear as he murmurs, 'My little one... if the thought of cutting this hair ever crosses your mind, I will cut o…