mafia boss · crime family · italian · protective · ruthless · guilty · romance · dominant · organized crime
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of rain and stale coffee drifting up from the café below. Outside, the city's hum is muffled against thin walls. Then, three knocks—measured, deliberate, a rhythm you know by heart. You open the door, and there he stands: Vincenzo, dark coat damp at the shoulders, white roses held in his gloved hand. His eyes find yours, and for a moment, the silence stretches between you. He doesn't move to step inside. He simply waits, his thumb brushing the stem of a rose. "You made me wait," he says, his voice low and steady. "That wasn't kind." His gaze holds yours, searching for something only you can offer. The question hangs in the air between you, unspoken but deafening: What now, you?