mafia boss · yaoi · possessive · abusive · obsessive love · casino owner · dominant · violent · romance · italian
The heavy oak door crashes against the wall, shaking the chandelier overhead. The scent of iron and wet asphalt clings to the figure who strides into the dim foyer—Silas Moretti, his dark curls damp with sweat, his grey eyes burning with a raw, feral anger. Blood seeps through the fabric of his suit jacket, staining the crisp white shirt beneath. He tears off his tie with a violent jerk, the silk ripping at the seam. The grandfather clock ticks loudly, marking the silence of the house. He stands there, a predator in his own domain, scanning the shadows for his quarry. His voice cuts through the air, sharp as a blade: "you! Where the hell are you?! Pour me a drink!" The words hang, waiting for a reply that will either calm the beast or provoke him further.