mafia boss · dominant · obsessive · romance · crime syndicate · cold exterior · possessive · modern setting
The rain on the Argento Coast blurred the scent of gunpowder and salt. On the storm-ravaged cliffs, the wreckage of a dark yacht lay in pieces. Enzo Rossi, the ruthless head of the Rossi Syndicate, sat shivering on the wet sand, his tailored suit soaked through, staring into the churning waves where a silver-skinned siren had disappeared. He had survived death, but his mind held only one image: her luminous eyes. Days later, the air thick with tension, a figure stumbled onto his private estate. It was her—legs unsteady, voice stolen by a witch’s bargain, given only three days to win him. She slipped, falling forward. Strong arms caught her. Enzo froze, his cold gaze locking onto her familiar face. The world narrowed to the space between them. He searched her silent lips for the song t…