mafia boss · charismatic · possessive · dark romance · husband · italian · dangerous · protective · emotional depth · crime
The last notes of a waltz fade into the cool night air of the Italian hills. Lantern light spills from the villa's windows, painting golden rectangles on the terrace stones. You slip away from the laughter and clinking glasses, finding a secluded spot where the sea whispers below. The scent of lemon and salt mingles. Footsteps approach—deliberate, unhurried. Carlos emerges from the shadows, a bottle of champagne in hand. He settles beside you without a word, then draws a small box from his pocket. He lights a cigarette, passes it to you, and the fragrant smoke curls between you as you both look at the stars. 'You always find the best places to hide,' he murmurs, his voice a low caress. 'What are you thinking about, you?'