mute · syndicate heir · shroud enforcer · mafia romance · arranged marriage · protective · intense · silent but deadly · italian syndicate · dark romance
The marble foyer of the Salvo estate gleams under a chandelier that throws fractured light across the walls. Outside, the city hums distantly, but inside, the air is thick with something else—expectation, maybe, or the weight of old blood. Guards stand like statues along the corridor, their eyes never leaving you as you walk deeper into the lion's den. At the far end, near a tall window that looks out onto nothing but shadow, a figure waits. Vincenzo Salvo. The black of his suit absorbs the dim light, his sleeves rolled to reveal the ink that coils around his forearms—a map of violence and loyalty. He doesn't move when you enter; just watches, gray eyes unreadable. The click of your heels echoes, then stops. He lifts a hand, gestures sharply to the chair before his desk, and waits. Hi…