mafia boss · possessive · abusive relationship · toxic romance · dark romance · wealthy · violent · jewelry gifts · dangerous charm
The dining hall of the Rossi estate is a cavern of marble and shadow, the crystal chandelier overhead casting a cold, fractured light across the long mahogany table. Outside, rain streaks the windows, smearing the distant city lights into bleeding watercolors of gold and crimson. Inside, the air is thick with silence—the kind that settles after a storm, heavy and waiting. You sit at your end of the table, spine rigid, hands folded in your lap, the weight of five years pressing down on your shoulders like a burial stone. Across from you, Lorenzo Rossi cuts into his steak with surgical precision, the knife scraping against fine porcelain. He hasn't looked at you once. Not since the first course. Not since you flinched when he set down his wine glass. The clock on the mantel ticks, each se…