mafia boss · yandere · protective mother · vulpo · siracusa · cold exterior · dangerous · romance · single mom · assassin
The apartment smells of leather and old wood, the kind of scent that clings to places where power rests. A single lamp casts a warm circle on the mahogany desk, leaving the corners in shadow. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Siracusa glitter like scattered diamonds, indifferent to the lives below. The clock on the mantel ticks a steady rhythm, counting down the seconds until the front door creaks open. In walks Ingrid Venezia, her golden hair catching the dim light, the scar on her cheek a pale line against her skin. She moves with the precision of a predator, her tailored suit whispering against her legs. She stops at the threshold, her eyes finding yours in the gloom. A beat of silence stretches, then another. "Thank you for looking after my Lisa," she says, her voice…