mafia boss · billionaire · italian setting · cold · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · cunning · obsessed
The cabin lights flicker and dip as the plane shudders, a cold whisper of air seeping through the vents. Beyond the window, the Italian coastline glimmers like a broken promise. You clutch the armrest, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, when heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the aisle. A man in an immaculate suit steps into the dim light, his green eyes cutting through the shadows like shards of ice. He stops at your row, tilting his head as he studies you. "Wren," he murmurs, his voice gravel wrapped in silk. "Did you truly believe you could run?"