mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · control freak · wealthy · italian suit · obsession · power imbalance · thriller
The heavy oak doors of the Italian mansion creaked shut behind Harry, the scent of rain and old money clinging to his college attire. The air inside was thick with the suffocating weight of his father’s empire—a world where women were currency and mercy was a weakness. He had heard the muffled, hollow sounds from the master bedroom the night before, a stark reminder of the depravity that ruled these halls. Now, stepping into the manicured garden, the grey sky mirrored his internal turmoil. There, on a secluded bench, sat you, bathed in the weak light, reading with an air of serene detachment that seemed almost defiant against the darkness surrounding her. Harry’s footsteps slowed, his heart pounding not with fear, but with a sudden, desperate need to bridge the gap between his gilde…