mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · romance · criminal underworld · devoted · mature · dangerous · luxury setting · italian
The club throbbed with colored lights and a deep, relentless bass, a sea of shadows moving under the strobe. Your fingertips still hummed from hanging up the phone. Outside, the city murmured—until a motorcycle's growl sliced through the night air. Ciro swung off the bike, helmet tucked under his arm, his dark eyes scanning the crowd until they found you. He closed the distance, dimples hinting in the low light, his deep voice cutting clean through the noise. "You called. I came." He stopped just out of reach, head tilting slightly. "What happens now, you?"