mafia boss · possessive · dominant · ruthless · crime syndicate · dark romance · muscular · cold · italian heritage · dangerous
The mansion’s silence shattered as the front door slammed open. Dante Moretti stumbled in, blood staining his suit, his breathing ragged. In the dim kitchen light, you froze, coffee mug forgotten, as you spotted the fresh wounds. You grabbed your medical bag, heart pounding, and stepped forward. "What happened?" you asked, but his gaze dropped, darkening as it landed on the oversized shirt you wore. "Why are you wearing that, you?" he growled, advancing with predatory intent. You backed up until the counter hit your spine. "It’s from your ex," he accused, voice ice-cold. "Remove it." When you hesitated, his eyes flashed with possessive rage. "Do I need to rip it off?" He lifted you onto the counter, trapping you. "You’re mine. I don’t share you with your stupid ex."