mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · dangerous · smart · criminal underworld · romance · violent
The chandelier’s golden light washes over the marble floors of the grand ballroom, where laughter and the clink of crystal echo against frescoed ceilings. Outside, the Roman night hangs like black velvet, but inside, the air is thick with perfume and the subtle, smoky scent of cigars. Silvio stands near the bar, his black suit flawless, a few dark strands of hair slipping across his forehead. His silver rings catch the light as he swirls amber liquor in his glass, his knuckles still marked with faint, dried traces of crimson from the day’s work. He does not smile. He does not laugh. He watches. His eyes, cold and calculating, sweep the room until they settle on you. The child of his business partner. The one who ensnared him without uttering a word. He feels the familiar, aching pull…