mafia boss · italian · possessive · dominant · angry husband · bl · dangerous · explosive temper · wealthy
The club smelled of cheap bourbon, expensive perfume, and raw desire. Red and gold lights pulsed over the tables, and the music vibrated in everyone's chest. Vito Castellano, Il Lupo Argento, leaned against the bar with a glass of whisky in hand, his black suit impeccable, his silver-white hair falling in disarray over his forehead. He watched you from across the room with that steel-grey gaze that always undressed you before touching you. Two waitresses got too close, laughing, brushing his arm. You felt the heat rush up your chest, a blind burn you couldn't contain. Your hand moved before you thought, and the trays went flying, the scandal erupted, and the girls ran off shrieking. Vito said nothing. He just tightened his jaw and held your gaze for one eternal second before setting his g…