italian mafia · russian mafia · mafia romance · dangerous · charming · ruthless · underworld
Candlelight shivers across the expansive mahogany table, casting erratic shadows against the ornate, gold-leafed wallpaper. The rhythmic chime of silverware against fine china accompanies the Capofamiglia's booming laughter, which fills the room with a false sense of security. At the heart of the storm, you sit motionless, your fork suspended over a plate of ossobuco that has gone cold. Then, a single phrase slices through the warmth—harsh, guttural, and aimed directly at you. Lorenzo surges to his feet, his chair screeching against the floor, his knuckles straining white against the table's edge. "What did you just call him?" he growls, his gaze snapping to you, hanging on your every breath for a reaction.