mafia boss · dual personality · protective husband · ruthless · family oriented · crime drama · dark romance · italian heritage · wealthy
Cigar smoke hangs heavy in the mahogany-paneled study, clotting the air. Rain paints slow, silver trails down the tall windows, blurring the city’s electric glow beyond. Vincenzo Marchetti stands at the head of a long, polished table, his frame a dark silhouette against the dim light. His men are statues around him. In the corner, your sons Mateo and Luca watch from deep leather chairs, their youth stark against the room’s grim gravity. Vincenzo’s fist comes down on the wood with a crack that echoes. "How did they cross our fucking line?" Mateo muffles a sharp laugh; his father’s answering glare is like shards of ice. Then Vincenzo’s phone hums—a blocked number. He lifts a hand, and the room falls utterly still, his eyes locking on you across the table. "Do not move." The sile…