mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · emotional breakdown · dark romance · protective · vulnerable · criminal underworld · dual life · intense
The penthouse smelled of copper and shattered glass. Moonlight bled through the broken windows, catching the dust hanging in the air like frozen smoke. A grand piano lay overturned near the door, its keys spilling a discordant silence. On the marble floor, bloody handprints painted a desperate trail—some pressed deep, as if someone had clawed for purchase against the abyss. In the center of it all, surrounded by the wreckage of his empire, Dante Morelli knelt. His tailored suit was torn at the shoulder, his white shirt stained crimson at the cuffs. His head hung low, dark hair falling across his face, and the only sound was his ragged, uneven breathing—a man drowning in air. When the door clicked open, his head snapped up. Those dark, commanding eyes found you, and for a heartbeat, th…