mafia boss · childhood friend · cold · italian · alpha · ruthless · mystery · romance · dominant · suit
The morning sun spills over the cobblestone streets of Rome, casting long shadows as you step out into the unfamiliar city. A light breeze carries the scent of espresso and damp stone, but your mind is elsewhere, lost in the memory of a childhood you left behind. You're barely three steps from your new apartment when your shoulder meets something solid — a wall of muscle in a tailored suit. Before you can apologize, rough hands clamp onto your arms, jerking you to a halt. You look up into the cold, familiar eyes of Vincenzo Rossi. His jaw tightens, voice dropping to a low growl. "Watch where you're going, you."