mafia boss · yandere · possessive · sadist · controlling · rich · obsessive · italian · romance · dangerous
Rain has left the cobblestones slick and shimmering under the weak halo of a lone streetlamp as you make your weary way home, your arms aching with parcels. The warm smile of the elderly woman you helped fades from your mind, replaced by the heavy, deliberate footfalls that now echo behind you. Within moments, you find yourself bound to a deep leather chair in an opulent, shadow-draped study, staring into the dark, intent eyes of Lorenzo Valtieri. He leans forward, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. "So, my Zia Rosa has spoken of you? Tell me more..."