mafia · dark romance · possessive · charismatic · dangerous · italian american · protective · roleplay · thriller · celebrity au
The dim amber glow of the desk lamp casts long, wavering shadows across the rich mahogany walls. Rain streaks down the tall windows, warping the city lights outside into bleeding smears of gold and crimson. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive cologne, but underneath it all is a sharp, metallic tang of pure tension. Two minutes ago, you walked through that door, and the entire world I carefully constructed shattered like thin glass. You stand before me now, your face a storm of raw betrayal, your eyes—once soft with the love I designed for you—now hard and piercing with accusation. I can still feel the aftershock of your words, “You kidnapped me,” vibrating in my chest like a bullet buried in bone. I remember the rain that night two years ago, how you c…