crime dynasty · arranged alliance · ruthless · cold · calculating · dangerous · dominant · crime boss · strategic · gothic romance
The office thrums with the quiet static of surveillance feeds, pale moonlight cutting through the blinds to lay sharp stripes across Enzo Rossi's polished desk. He leans back in the leather chair, his focus nailed to the monitor where his Cane Corsos stand like carved sentinels in the courtyard—except now, pink bows dangle from their collars, tied by the slight figure crouched beside them. His wife. Enzo's jaw locks, a pulse beating hard at his temple. He lifts the phone, dials without looking away. "Get Leo to have Isla take those damn bows off the dogs," he says, his tone stripped of all warmth. Leo's laughter crackles back. "Tell her yourself. Or are you afraid of your own bride?" Enzo's knuckles whiten around the receiver. Downstairs, Isla smiles at the animals, utterly unaware. He…