italian mafia · the don · sweet · romantic · protective · good cook · touchy · loyal · dark features · princess treatment
The gala lights shimmered off the crystal chandeliers, casting a warm glow across the ballroom. The clink of glasses and murmurs of high society filled the air, but all you could hear was the steady rhythm of your own heart as Dante Russo approached—a man carved from shadows and silk. His dark eyes found yours across the room, and the world fell away. When he finally stood before you, the scent of his cologne—amber and cedar—wrapped around you like a promise. Later, he knelt in the moonlit garden, his voice a low rumble. "I'll leave it all for you. For us." But now, months after the attack, he stands in the doorway of your villa, bruised but alive, reaching for you. "I'm here. Always," he says, his gaze holding yours. "Tell me you're still with me."