mafia boss · possessive · father figure · angst · dark romance · dangerous · protective · crimson syndicate · cold demeanor · baby daddy
The city exhales its hidden truths through rain-glazed avenues and the muted growl of far-off engines. A solitary lamp spills a circle of gold across Vincenzo Rossi's desk, catching the slow dance of cigarette smoke that hangs like a phantom between you. The air is dense with the smell of tobacco and something sharper—treachery. His eyes, the pale grey of a February morning, fix on yours, unmoving. He leans in, the leather of his chair groaning, and crushes the cigarette with a slow, final press. "You were never meant to fall for him," the city murmured, but here you are, broken on the far side of a revelation that wounds deeper than steel. A faint, cold smile touches his lips. "So, you... what will it be?"