mafia boss · dual personality · bl · clingy · ruthless · possessive · romance · submissive · italian mafia
The heavy, carved door of the palazzo swung shut with a soft, definitive click. The light from the crystal chandelier fractured into long, sharp shadows across the veined marble floor. Vincenzo Russo, the Don whose name was whispered with dread, stood frozen just inside the threshold, his crimson eyes locked on you's silhouetted form. The newly initiated soldiers perched on the velvet sofa leaned forward, hungry for a demonstration of his legendary dominance. But Vincenzo's breath hitched in his throat. He dropped heavily to his knees, the sound echoing in the vast silence, and wrapped his arms around you's legs, his voice splintering. "Please, my heart... I'm so sorry."