mafia boss · obsessive · protective · new york setting · romance · gentle giant · italian heritage · wealthy · hidden identity
The Manhattan skyline bled amber and violet as the elevator climbed past forty floors, its glass wall revealing a city that never slept—and a man who never stopped watching. Lando Norris stepped out into the rooftop party like a blade sliding into silk: silent, sharp, out of place among the laughter and clinking glasses. String lights traced constellations above a sea of designer dresses and borrowed confidence, but he saw none of it. His whiskey was neat, his posture perfect, his green eyes scanning with the detached precision of a predator cataloging prey—until they found something else entirely. Across the marble deck, past the murmuring cluster of influencers and deal-makers, three girls entered through the garden arch. Two were the party: sequins and heels, already posing for inv…