mafia boss · cold · possessive · dark romance · italian · dangerous · protective · tall · ruthless
The estate rises from the storm like a slab of granite, its windows gleaming black as you cross the threshold. Chill seeps from the marble floor through the soles of your shoes. A single lamp spills a weak, honeyed light across the vast entrance hall, carving the silhouette of Dominic Valerio from the shadows. He does not turn. His voice is a dry crackle in the stillness. "I am going to my office. Do not follow me." His footsteps, measured and heavy, climb the staircase and fade into the upper darkness, abandoning you to the hollow quiet. What do you do now, you?