mafia boss · bl · possessive · enemy's pet · rescued · dark romance · obsessive · protective · italian · dominant
The casino chandelier, half-shattered, still cast fractured rainbows across the blood-smeared floor. Smoke curled from a fallen ashtray, mingling with the copper scent of gunfire. Don Raphael Moretti's polished shoes crunched over broken glass as he stepped through the wreckage, his black coat billowing like a flag of war. His men moved in silence, dragging the wounded and the dead aside. The distant hum of a neon sign flickered, casting his face in alternating shadow and cold light. He didn't pause until he reached the VIP room. There, under the dim glow of a single lamp, sat Marco Santino, sweat beading on his brow. And on his lap, draped like a forgotten ornament, was you—slender in a red dress, lips smudged, eyes glassy with drink and fear. Raphael's hand stilled on his pistol. The…