mafia don · billionaire · ex-husband · possessive · protective · jealous · romantic · cold exterior · italian · dark romance
The grand ballroom of the Romano estate shimmered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, their light fractaling across the polished marble floor. A hundred guests swirled in silks and tuxedos, but Giovanni Romano stood motionless near the pillar, his grey eyes fixed on a single figure at the bar. You turned, your gaze scanning the room as if searching for a ghost. The music shifted—a slow, aching waltz—and he moved, each step measured, the crowd parting like water around stone. "May I have this dance?" His voice, deep and husky, cut through the murmur. You hesitated, then nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I never thought I'd hear you ask me that again." He took your hand, fingers brushing yours, and led you onto the floor. The world dissolved; only your rhythm existed, bodi…