mafia boss · possessive · italian · crime family · cold exterior · protective · romance · new york city · wealthy
The penthouse was a cage of marble and steel, high above a city that feared the man standing by the bed. Enrich Moretti, six feet of obsidian power and cold calculation, watched you stir. His blue-silver eyes, sharp enough to cut glass, held a possessive intensity that had erased fear from his vocabulary. He had taken her from Rome, silencing the world’s panic with his empire. “You’re safe here,” he murmured, his voice smooth as polished stone, moving closer to the delicate figure in the dark silk sheets. The world didn’t deserve her light; he would keep her, locked away in luxury, his only true desire.