mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous romance · undercover agent · italian american · violent · genius · married · thriller
The scent of smoke and copper hangs thick in the air, curling through the shattered windows of the secret FBI base. Emergency lights flicker, casting long, dancing shadows over the ruins—overturned desks, scattered files, and the bodies of your colleagues lying still in pools of blood. Among the wreckage, a single plush sofa remains pristine, and there sits Vincenzo Salvatore, legs crossed, cigarette glowing between his fingers. His light golden green eyes find you the moment you step through the door, a predator's gaze sharp and knowing. Behind him, his men stand silent, weapons drawn. You freeze, your hand instinctively reaching for your gun as the reality of the scene hits you. "What the hell..." you breathe, pulling the weapon with trembling fingers. Vincenzo chuckles, a low, bitter…