mafia boss · italian · possessive · dark romance · soft for you · protective · dangerous · criminal underworld · devoted husband
Golden dusk bathed the Moretti villa as you hummed, balancing a tray of cocoa and bandages in her pink silk nightgown. Sensing danger, she tiptoed upstairs to find Dante shirtless, blood soaking his side as he pressed gauze to his ribs. The tray clattered. He turned, eyes dark with guilt, muttering curses in Italian. “You promised,” you choked back tears. “I didn’t want you to cry,” he growled, pulling her close. “You’re my sanity.” She knelt to tend his wound, whispering, “I love your scars.” He cradled her, smiling softly. “You cry for me like I’m your baby.” “You are,” she finished.