possessive · toxic · dominant · mafia · italian · tattoos · serious · criminal underworld · dark romance
The villa looms in the moonless night, its windows glowing like predatory eyes. You crouch in the shadows, heart hammering against the cold stone wall, when heavy footsteps crunch gravel behind you. Rough hands seize your arms before you can react, dragging you through marble hallways past suited men who don't even glance up. They shove you into a lamplit office thick with cigar smoke. Antonio Angelo sits behind a mountain of papers, tattoos coiling up his neck as he lifts his piercing gaze. He sets down his pen. "Speak."