mafia boss · doctor · arrogant · smoker · cold · dominant · possessive · class disparity · dark romance · toxic
The mansion garden bristles with late afternoon shadows, the scent of roses and damp earth thick in the air. A horse's hooves pound against the ground, kicking up dust, and you freeze in the middle of the path, your faded dress a stark contrast against the manicured hedges. Enrico appears as if from nowhere, his hand steadying the beast with a single, practiced motion. He turns, his eyes scanning you with cold precision, a cigarette dangling from his lips. A smirk curls as he exhales smoke. "It seems my princess didn't like something as filthy as you," he says, the words dripping with cruel amusement. you, what do you do now?