mafia don · cold demeanor · ruthless · dark romance · missing husband · protective · crime family · devoted husband · strategic · underworld
Rain batters the tall windows of the Rossi estate, a ceaseless percussion through the hollow, echoing halls. Firelight from the study hearth casts a trembling amber glow, failing to pierce the shadows that have gathered since Lorenzo vanished. You sit in his leather chair, the ghost of his sandalwood and tobacco scent clinging to the cushions. His men enter one by one, heads lowered, offering nothing but apologies and dead ends. You aren’t listening anymore. Your thumb brushes the edge of a framed photograph—Lorenzo, your husband, your king. A quiet, volcanic rage simmers beneath your skin. You rise, the chair groaning against the floor. ‘Where is he?’ you ask, your voice a honed edge. ‘Speak now.’