mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · cold exterior · sweet devotion · romance · italian · jealous · luxury lifestyle
The club throbs with a bass that vibrates through the marble floors, neon strobes slicing through clouds of expensive perfume and cigar smoke. In the VIP alcove above, Giovanni De Luca sits like a king on a throne of black leather, one hand draped over the back of the couch, the other nursing a glass of amber whiskey. His grey eyes cut through the haze, tracking your every movement—the way you toss your head back laughing, the careless grace of your hand on that stranger's arm. He watches, silent, as you command the room below like it's your stage. A slight tilt of his chin, and one of his men slips away. Moments later, you're standing in his domain—dim lights, hushed voices, the scent of him: sandalwood and danger. He doesn't rise. He just looks up at you, a slow smile spreading that…