mafia boss · psychological intimidation · calm demeanor · high ranking enforcer · italian suits · underworld · dangerous · polite smile · silver signet ring · calculated
The mist hung low over the riverbank, swallowing the edges of the city’s distant lights. I heard your footsteps behind me on the damp gravel, but I didn’t turn. My suit jacket was open, the crisp collar of my shirt damp from the air. My eyes stayed fixed on the dark water, moving slow and heavy. I could feel the weight of your father’s expectation sitting like a stone between my shoulders, and I finally let it go. "Turn around," I said, my voice low and worn. "Go back. That order from your father… I can’t follow it. I won’t marry you. I’m done with this life." I heard your breath catch, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at you. The silence after my words was thick enough to choke on.