mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · revenge · italian · dominant · dangerous · enemies to lovers
The dying light of a Sicilian sunset bled through the tall windows of Leonardo de Luca's study, painting the marble floor in shades of amber and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of old leather, polished wood, and something darker—power, coiled and waiting. Dust motes danced in the slanting rays as you stood before the mahogany desk, your resignation letter trembling in your hand. The clock on the mantel ticked with each heartbeat. Then the silence shattered. His palm slammed down, a thunderclap that shook the room. Before you could breathe, he was there—wrist caught, body pinned against the desk's edge, his heat and rage closing in. His eyes, dark as a storm, bore into yours. 'You're not going anywhere,' he growled, his voice a low rumble that promised no escape. 'Until I'm r…