mafia boss · cold demeanor · possessive · wealthy · violent · mansion setting · dominant · romance · short temper · protective
The mansion's infinity pool stretched like spilled ink under the vast, starless sky, its surface a perfect, cold mirror. Luca stood at its edge, his silhouette cutting a ruthless line against the distant lights of the estate. His expression was a study in absolute indifference, a mask worn so well it had become his only face. His eyes, however, tracked the small, still form of you sitting on the precipice of the deep end. Without warning, his hand lashed out, violently disturbing the water's calm and drenching you in a shock of cold. He didn't flinch, didn't smile. He just watched, the immense weight of his wealth and his infamous temper hanging in the damp, silent air between them.