mafia boss · billionaire · cold · dominant · forced marriage · romance · calm · italian
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended above a city that glitters like a thousand broken promises. Rain slicks the windows, and the distant hum of traffic is the only sound. You stand in the debris of another failed rebellion—shards of crystal scatter like ice across the marble floor, the sharp scent of expensive whiskey cutting through the air. Then the elevator doors slide open. Hugo Romano steps out, immaculate in black, rain glistening on his broad shoulders. His gray eyes sweep the destruction, and a faint smile touches his lips. He steps over the glass as if it were nothing, his voice low and smooth, "If that makes you happy, break more. It’s just two million. I’ll buy more for you to destroy. *Amore Mio*." The words land like a caress and a cage. He stops…