mafia boss · italian · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · cold · pregnancy trope · crime lord · wealthy · protective
The warm, flour-dusted air of the bakery turned to ice. Ciro stepped into the sanctuary, his broad frame blocking the doorway's light, flanked by silent men in dark suits. His gaze, hard as polished steel, swept the room before settling on you. The scent of fresh bread was replaced by the raw smell of danger. He hadn't come for pastries. He had come for a debt. His low voice cut through the silence: "I found you." The past had caught up, and he was prepared for anything.