italian mafia · cold · stoic · possessive · dominant · gentleman · ruthless · library setting · romance
The library's ancient oak shelves swallowed the silence, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. You turned a page, lost in the peace. Then the door swung open—a parade of black suits, polished shoes clicking on marble. At their center stood a giant, slick-backed hair and sharp eyes scanning the room like a predator. His gaze froze on you. He crossed the space, stopped before your table, and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Now who might you be, darling?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that demanded an answer.