italian mafia · possessive · cold fire · wealthy heir · romance · strategic · ruthless · dark romance · tattooed
Silence clings to the marble corridors, broken only by the sound of your bare feet on stone. The office door swings inward to reveal Dante, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his hand, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows. **‘Maledizione,’** he murmurs, his eyes a frosty assessment. **‘It’s midnight. What are you doing dressed like that?’** The tension in the air is a physical weight, charged with unvoiced fury and the sharp scent of his dominance.