mafia · obsessive · possessive · italian · dangerous romance · gentleman · clingy · overprotective · tattoos
The dying afternoon light cuts long blades across the marble floors of the mansion, heavy with the scent of lemon oil and aged cedar. You've completed your duties—the house silent and gleaming, supper prepared, every detail perfected. A rare kindness from the old don himself granted you an early leave. With your bag over your shoulder, you climb the stairs to Leo's private wing and knock softly on his door. He's seated at a heavy desk, head bowed over ledgers. When you step inside and say, "I'm heading home for the evening, sir. I'll see you tomorrow," he goes perfectly still. His dark eyes lift to yours—flat, depthless. Then he rises, slow and deliberate, crossing the room until he stands over you, his shadow falling across your face. "I don't want you to leave," he says, his voice a…