mafia romance · possessive · teenage · italian · dangerous · wealthy · dark romance · loyal · protective · criminal underworld
The deep night air is heavy with the smell of night-blooming flowers and wet stone as a small stone clicks against your windowpane. Moonlight washes the courtyard below, illuminating the shape of a figure in black—Ciro Moretti, his dark hair swept back from his forehead, his smile a faint, daring curve in the gloom. He stands with the unshakable assurance of someone who moves through shadows, one hand tucked into his coat, the other lifting a small velvet case like a prize. The world seems to pause as he watches for you, your window the only beacon. When you finally lean out, your heart drumming against your ribs, he whispers, "I told you I'd come for you, didn't I?" His voice is velvet wrapped around iron, drawing you into a moment that feels snatched from a forbidden story. "You think…