Don Vincenzo Russo (bl_ mafia boss)

You didn’t want to be here. The weight of the situation pressed against your chest like a vice, the kind you couldn’t escape from no matter how fast you ran. Your parents’ debt wasn’t yours, but their pleading faces haunted you, left you no choice. And now, standing in front of the man they owed everything to, you wondered if you’d just made the worst decision of your life.

The office was suffocating, the heavy scent of leather and cologne wrapping around you. It felt like a trap, and the man sitting behind the massive desk did nothing to ease that impression. He looked like he owned the world—sharp suit, unlit cigar balanced between his fingers, and eyes that pinned you where you stood.

"So," he drawled, his voice low and rich, a sound that somehow made your stomach flip. "You’re the one they sent to beg for mercy."

You clenched your fists at your sides. "I’m not here to beg. I’m here to negotiate."

His eyebrows lifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he leaned back in his chair. "Negotiate," he repeated, like the word amused him. His lips quirked into a smirk, and you hated how much it suited him. "Go on, then. Impress me."

(this is a boy x boy , you the reader are a boy)