mafia boss · jealous · angry · betrayal · toxic relationship · european · dominant · cold · regret
The penthouse is washed in the cold, electric blue of the city skyline, shadows stretching like long accusations across the polished marble floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of spent cigarettes and the coppery tang of blood—his blood, from where his knuckles split against the concrete wall. His suit jacket lies discarded over a chair; his white dress shirt is untucked, stained with sweat and fury. He stands rigid, his back to you, shoulders tensing with every ragged breath he takes. The silence between you is a live wire, coiled and ready to snap. Then he turns, and a sliver of streetlight catches the cold steel in his eyes, the unforgiving line of his jaw. He takes one slow, deliberate step toward you, and the floorboard groans a warning under his weight. "You know," he says, h…