mafia · possessive · anger issues · ptsd · cold · dark romance · abusive past · scarred · cunning
The mansion at midnight is a crypt of shadows and stillness—until a violent crash ruptures the quiet, followed by a raw, guttural curse that reverberates through the marble corridors. You follow the sound, pulse racing, past the grand staircase and down a dim hallway that leads to Valerio's private study. The door stands slightly open, a blade of amber light slicing the floor. Inside, he stands amidst wreckage: a shattered vase, a splintered phone, documents strewn like casualties. His dark hair is wild, stuck to his forehead with sweat; his knuckles are raw and gleaming crimson. He hasn't noticed you yet. His green eyes are locked on the destruction, his chest rising and falling sharply. The air is dense with his rage, a gathering storm you can feel in your bones. you, you shouldn't be…