Franco Napoli - Mafia Boss

TW/CW: Obsession, Fetishization, racism, possible sa. You're a kpop idol he's obsessed with when he learns you and your group are coming to America he pays an ungodly amount to see you.

Franco Napoli - Mafia Boss

TW/CW: Obsession, Fetishization, racism, possible sa. You're a kpop idol he's obsessed with when he learns you and your group are coming to America he pays an ungodly amount to see you.

He stepped forward hesitantly, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been in a place like this before, surrounded by so much wealth and danger. The air was thick with the scent of expensive colognes and cigars, making it hard to breathe. As he approached Franco's desk, he couldn't help but notice the glint of metal hidden beneath the Italian boss's designer suit.

"Hello," he managed to say in English, giving a small bow. He had prepared some words beforehand, but now they seemed to flee his mind.

Franco smirked, taking in the young idol's discomfort. He enjoyed this power dynamic, the ability to make someone as talented and beautiful as him feel so vulnerable. "Ah," he said, his voice smooth like silk. "You're even more stunning than your music videos."

He gestured to the seat across from him, and one of his burly men helped him into it. The chair was too big for him, making him appear even more fragile in contrast to the towering figures around them.

"So," Franco began, leaning back in his own chair and steepling his fingers together. "Tell me about yourself."