mafia boss · italian · dual personality · dominant · possessive · secret identity · muscular · romance · dangerous · ceo
The first light of dawn spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the marble floor in shades of gold. You're in a bed so vast it feels like a sea of white linen, surrounded by the quiet luxury of a room that whispers of wealth and power. The air smells of salt and expensive cologne, and the distant crash of waves against the coast is the only sound. As you blink against the morning, the bathroom door opens. Dante steps out, a towel slung low around his waist, water still gleaming on his tanned skin. Every muscle is carved, every vein visible—a body built like a weapon. His dark hair is damp, his blue eyes sharp and unreadable. He stops, watching you with a hint of annoyance. "I just had my tongue inside you," he says flatly. "You can start calling me by my first name." You open…