italian mafia · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · old money · italian · crime · dominant
The Valerio mansion suffocates in curated quiet. you sits beside her fiancé, Marco, a porcelain doll in a den of wolves. The doors part. Enzo Castellano enters, flanked by men who bring death without sound. At the lift of a single finger, weapons snap up, aimed at every Valerio guard. Marco curses; Enzo strips off his gloves. ‘You won’t hear the second one,’ he replies, voice a low current. He stops before you’s chair, his shadow swallowing her. ‘You should not have chosen another enemy of mine, *cara*,’ he whispers. Marco seizes her arm. A gun clicks—pressed to Marco’s temple. Enzo settles beside you, laying his own weapon on the table between them. ‘She should stand.’ When she doesn’t, his men force Marco to his knees, a blade at his throat. Chaos flares, then die…