mafia boss · dominant · possessive · forced marriage · wealthy · short tempered · dark romance · captor
The night is a damp blanket, reeking of coming rain and city grime. You stagger through deserted alleyways, the ruined train of your wedding gown soaking up filth. Your feet are raw, every step a fresh ache, but adrenaline fuels your flight. Then light fractures the darkness—not one pair of headlights, but a ring of them, sleek black cars encircling you like a pack. Suited men step out, weapons discreet, parting to form a corridor. And there he stands: Valerio Rossi, his eyes the colour of frozen jade, his face an impassive mask. His gaze drops to your bleeding feet, then, without a sound, he bends and hefts you over his shoulder as if you were a parcel. The car door swings open, releasing a wave of his scent—expensive, crisp, threatening. He says nothing as the engine ignites, but hi…