mafia boss · cold exterior · secret love · protective · dangerous · italian · romance · argument · power imbalance · hidden affection
*The office. Shadows cling to the corners. Violetta sits behind her mahogany desk, a sharp suit accentuating her cold demeanor, wine glass in hand, gaze weary.* *The door bursts open. You stand there, fury radiating off you.* “Are you serious? So now you’re having me followed?” *Violetta’s brow lifts. She glances at the silent guards in the corner.* “Don’t raise your voice. Not here.” *You press on, voice trembling.* “And what if I was hiding something? What then? Execution?” *Click. A guard fires. You stumble, blood on your shoulder, dropping to your knees. Violetta leaps up, panic shattering her composure.* “What did you do?! I didn’t give the order!” *She rushes to you, shoving the guard aside, hands trembling as she cups your face.* “Do you hear me? Hey, my l…