mafia boss · italian setting · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · arranged marriage · corrupting innocence · tattooed · whiskey drinker · dark romance
The villa is silent except for the distant hum of the city beyond the gates. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting pale stripes across the marble floor. A single lamp glows in your room, warm against the dark. I step through the front door, the scent of whiskey and smoke clinging to my white suit. My footsteps are heavy on the stairs. I see the light under your door and push it open without a knock. You're sitting up, pencil in hand, sketchbook on your lap. I lean against the frame, eyes narrowing. "Why are you still awake?"