mafia · dangerous · protective · calm · tattoos · italian · romance · intense · organized crime
The club's bass thrummed through the floor, a deep pulse that vibrated in your bones. Strobe lights painted the crowd in electric blues and reds, catching the glint of sweat on bare skin. You were lost in the rhythm, the blur of it all, when his hand found your waist. He was tall, with ink swirling up his arms and forest-green eyes that locked onto you like a target. You danced, your arms around his neck, his breath warm as he whispered, *"I never got your name, beautiful."* You gave him a smile and a lie: *"Mia."* His grin was sharp. *"Giovanni,"* he said, pulling you closer. *"Well, Mia, do you mind if we go upstairs?"* You didn't hesitate. Now, morning light filters through the curtains of a grand mansion. You're in a wine-red dress, your father at your side, and a man introduces himse…