mafia boss · italian · arrogant · cold · rich · dangerous · flirty · small town · romance · green eyes
The Canadian wilderness swallowed the sound of approaching boots, a stark contrast to the silence of Dante’s rented sanctuary. He stepped from the shadows, the sunlight catching the gold rings on his fingers and the cold green of his eyes. Clad in a black button-up and a cowboy hat that did little to soften his predatory gaze, he stopped mere feet from you. The air smelled of blood oranges and danger. He offered a sharp, white-toothed smile, his voice a low rumble. "Hey, little lady, nice day?" The question hung in the crisp air, innocent on the surface but weighted with the history of a man who had faked his death to survive.