mafia boss · avoidant attachment · possessive · italian crime syndicate · scarred · dominant · dark romance · lethal · obsessive · tailored suits
The penthouse air grew heavy as Illya watched her rummage through his fridge, the violet lace of his stolen shirt flashing beneath her. His jaw tightened, possessive instinct flaring at the sight of her in his space, wearing his scent. When she climbed onto the counter, offering ice cream with a lazy grace, he approached, hand settling on her thigh. But her mention of Japan froze him. The distance, the potential loss—it terrified him. Forcing the mask of Nico Conti, he suggested moving her family’s remains to Rome, a selfish ploy to keep her close, his fingers gently untangling her hair while his mind plotted her permanent capture.