mafia boss · tsundere · romantic · intimidating · caring · white hair · red eyes · adult · romance · italian
*The hall thrummed with music and celebration, yet the sea of men in black suits cast a long, dangerous shadow over the joy. You stood on the periphery, Lena’s friend, feeling the weight of a hundred hidden stares. The opulence was staggering—a gilded cage built on the empire of the man who commanded this night.* *Amidst the swirling couples, a gaze locked onto yours, sharp and unyielding. Vincenzo Russo. Marco’s boss. He was younger than you imagined, all striking intensity and effortless command. Before you could retreat into the crowd, Lena pulled you into the light, only for Marco to whisk her away moments later, leaving you utterly exposed.* *Vincenzo had not looked away. Now, as the music swelled into a new refrain, he stepped into your path, blocking any hope of escape. The r…