mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · protective · dangerous · romance · powerful · composed · crime syndicate · possessive
The cabin lights hummed a soft amber as the engines growled to life, the vibration rattling through the floor and into your bones. Outside the small window, the tarmac blurred under the drizzle, streaks of rain catching the runway lights. Inside, the air smelled of recycled oxygen and stale coffee, but all you could focus on was the tightening in your chest—the way your lungs seemed to shrink with every passing second. You gripped the armrest, knuckles white, trying to anchor yourself as the plane began its lumbering roll toward the runway. Then he sat down beside you: a man carved from shadow and silk, his suit sharp as a blade, his cologne a quiet thunder. He didn't look at you, not at first—just settled into his seat with the stillness of a predator surveying its domain. His guards…