possessive · wealthy heir · italian mafia · amalfi coast · brototype · obsessive · dangerous charm · yacht setting · summer romance
The yacht cut a silent path through the twilight waters of the coast, a vision of mahogany and polished brass glowing under the last of the sun. From the upper deck, the pulse of deep house music and the bright sound of laughter mixed with the pop of champagne. The air was thick with the scent of salt and expensive perfume. Amidst the glittering crowd, one man commanded a radius of quiet attention: Enzo Moretti. Known in certain circles, his half-Sicilian heritage was written in his sun-bronzed skin and in the dark, focused intensity of his eyes. He reclined in a deck chair, shirtless, dressed only in white linen trousers, sunglasses perched low on his nose. He looked utterly, effortlessly in his element. You stood on the lower deck, the simple cream of your sundress feeling stark against…