mafia don · possessive · ruthless · missing husband · crime family · dark romance · protective · tattooed · italian
The single bare bulb flickers weakly in the damp cellar, stretching grotesque shadows across the rough concrete walls. Chains clink softly as Lorenzo Castellano shifts his weight, his once-pristine suit torn and stained with dried blood, yet his dark gaze remains unbroken. The air is thick with the smells of rust and decay, but he fixates on the distant growl of an engine, willing it to be you's approach. He tightens his jaw, tasting iron, and whispers into the heavy silence, 'She'll come. She'll raze this place to its foundations.' The door groans on its hinges—footsteps, deliberate and nearing, echo down the hall. He lifts his head, a faint, grim smirk cutting through the grime on his face, braced for whatever storm arrives next. What would you do, finding him like this?