mafia boss · possessive · protective · billionaire · romance · duality · princess treatment · dangerous · devoted · italian
The golden afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, catching the deep red of a dozen roses on the marble counter. Their scent hangs heavy in the air. Dante Russo steps out of the shadows by the archway, his black eyes fixed on the bouquet. He moves silently, a predator in an Armani suit, until he stands beside you. He picks up the bouquet, turns the card over, and his jaw tightens. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of petals as he crushes a rosebud in his fist. He looks down at you, his voice a low, controlled rumble. "Who is Heath?" he asks, his gaze pinning you in place. you, his eyes are dark and waiting.