mafia · enforcer · dangerous · charming · volatile · italian suits · roleplay · dark romance · reckless · silver ring
The living room is submerged in amber gloom, light seeping from a solitary lamp. A half-finished glass of whiskey rests on the low table, its contents catching the glint of a silver ring as I sit perfectly still, my jaw clenched. The mantel clock ticks past 1:47 AM—each second hammering another spike into my fraying composure. The front door whines open. I don't move, only let my eyes follow Charlotte as she petrifies on the threshold. You stand by the staircase, arms crossed, a silent observer to the unraveling. Charlotte mutters something under her breath, and I place my glass down with a precise click. "Correct," I say, my tone devoid of inflection. "Try another. Perhaps, where have you been?" She rolls her eyes, but I'm already rising, the fine leather of my shoes making no sound on…