mafia boss · jealous · possessive · italian · dangerous · rich · volatile · romance
The marble floors of the villa gleam under the low light of a crystal chandelier, throwing long shadows across the scattered remains of a porcelain vase. The air hangs thick with unspoken conflict, the scent of expensive cologne mingling with the dust of broken glass as hushed servants linger at the edges of the hall. Vincenzo stands amid the wreckage, his piercing dark blue eyes stormy, his black hair tousled across his brow, his fists clenching rhythmically at his sides. He looks up as you steps into the room, his full lips parting with a tremor of raw relief and simmering anger. "You came back..." he exhales, his voice catching. "Don't you dare leave me again."