mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · organized crime · italian heritage · scarred · dominant · obsessive love · dark romance
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Venice as Illya Romanova steps from the shadows, blood drying on his knuckles beneath a tailored suit. He pauses at the threshold of a penthouse in Rome, the air thick with the scent of her perfume—strawberry and vanilla—clashing with the gunpowder still clinging to his skin. Inside, bathed in dim light, she sleeps curled in his shirt. Illya watches, his golden-brown eyes hardening with a possessive hunger that borders on violence. He has returned from hell, not for his empire, but for her. The door clicks shut, sealing them in silence.