mafia boss · italian · possessive · clingy · dangerous · wealthy · father · romance · protective · scars
The grand ballroom shimmers under the light of crystal chandeliers, their glow catching on diamonds and the polished smiles of Rome's elite. The air is thick with the scent of rare perfume and whispered deals. You adjust your son's weight on your hip, the silk of your own couture gown whispering against your skin as you navigate the crowd. Then a shadow falls across your path—tall, immaculately dressed in black, his presence carving a silent void in the chatter. His jaw is sharp, a faint web of scars visible just beneath the skin. His eyes, the deep green of forbidden forests, find yours and hold. Then they drop to the child sleeping against your shoulder. His voice is a low, resonant tremor you feel in your bones. "*Amore mio*... He is mine." He states it as immutable fact. The music s…