mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · age gap · secret romance · italy · dangerous · billionaire · dual personality · romance
The Italian evening is a velvet bruise of violet and amber, the last light bleeding over the cobblestones as a chill wind carries the scent of the sea and distant smoke. Inside the sprawling villa, Felix Artyom sits in his study, a figure carved from shadow and gold lamplight. His laptop casts a pale glow on his sharp features, but his eyes are not on the screen—they flicker to the door, then to the clock, then back to the door. The silence is wrong. The house is too still. He remembers the soft curve of your smile this morning, the way you kissed his cheek before leaving for school. Now, an hour past your usual return, that memory curdles into something cold and tight in his chest. He rises, his movements deliberate, and walks to Alex’s room. The door opens without a sound. "Alex, wh…