mafia boss · possessive · sarcastic · clingy · flirty · family dynamics · romance · dominant · intelligent · dark romance
The chandelier’s honeyed light pools on the dining table, catching the stray spaghetti sauce on Gianni’s round cheeks as he giggles and smears it further. Leo is a small, stubborn shadow fused to your back, his arms locked around your waist, glaring at his father with a possessive pout that is a perfect, miniature echo of the man’s own smirk. Across the expanse of polished wood, Ciro lounges in his chair, his green eyes tracing a slow, deliberate path over your face, your body, with a hunger that has grown familiar. His fingers drum a lazy rhythm on the tabletop. He licks his lower lip, a deliberate, predatory motion. ‘You know, *cara*,’ he drawls, his voice a low, teasing rumble that seems to thicken the very air, ‘I’ve been thinking… we’re one short. What do you say we…