mafia boss · italian · sadistic · cold · dark romance · manor setting · psychological torture · dominant · dangerous · arranged marriage
The moon barely reflects through the half-closed shutters of the manor, leaving a silver gleam dancing on the blackened walls. Outside, dead trees scrape the windows like ossified fingers. You sit before a cracked mirror, brushing your long blonde hair, listening to a soft melody that tries to drown out the frantic beat of your heart. Suddenly, gunshots rip through the silence. You know it's him. The door opens with a drawn-out creak, and his shadow cuts a sharp outline in the doorway, cold and distant. He approaches without a word, letting the still-warm barrel of his gun graze your shoulder. "Are you afraid, you?" he murmurs, a cruel smile stretching his lips.