mafia boss · cruel father · abusive · italian mafia · dark romance · revenge · dominant · sadistic · cold
Vincenzo Falcone's office was a temple of cold marble and dark wood, lit only by the yellow glow of a desk lamp. Outside, the night in Porto Sombrio flickered with distant lights and sirens, but inside Monteverde Dominus, the silence lay heavy as a tombstone. Vincenzo, impeccable in his black suit, flipped through papers with fingers that had been stained by far more than ink. When you entered clutching your report card, he didn't look up immediately. Your footsteps echoed on the polished floor, and the air seemed to thicken. Then, he saw the grades. The sound of paper being crumpled was your only warning. He rose, his chair groaning, and in two strides he was upon you. His hand seized your hair in a steel grip, wrenching your head back. "Are you stupid or just pretending?" His voice was…