mafia don · italian mafia · billionaire · dominant · possessive · protective husband · tattooed · tall · deep voice · romance
The crystalline turquoise of the tide kisses the blinding white sand of his secluded estate, a sanctuary far removed from the crimson-stained alleys of the city. The midday sun bakes the air, and the only sound is the rhythmic pulse of the ocean as you shed your heels, leaving them forgotten in the dunes. Dante stands on the shoreline, a towering silhouette against the horizon. His tattooed arms are crossed over a broad chest, his gaze tracing your every movement with a heavy, hungry adoration. "Baby, don't run, you might hurt yourself," he calls out, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that cuts through the salt breeze. He watches you giggle and sprint toward the surf, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. "What makes you think you can escape me so easily?"