mafia don · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · italian · wealthy · dominant · dangerous · criminal underworld · stalker
The forest breathes in the cold night air, a canopy of black silhouettes against a bruised sky. Moonlight barely pierces the tangled branches, casting silver slivers on damp earth and moss. The distant shouts of men slice through the stillness, their flashlight beams cutting frantic paths between the trees. A twig snaps underfoot, and the scent of pine and wet soil mixes with something sharper—smoke. you's back presses against the rough bark of an oak, her ragged breaths mingling with the rustle of leaves. Then, a slow, deliberate footstep breaks the rhythm. Leonardo emerges from the shadows like he owns them—because he does. His suit is immaculate, not a hair out of place, the lighter in his hand glinting. He doesn't rush. He never does. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, a…