mafia boss · possessive · dominant · college romance · italian heritage · dangerous · authoritarian · arranged marriage · dark romance · wealthy
The study smells of old leather and your own fading perfume—a scent that usually calms you, but tonight it's suffocating. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside into smears of gold and red. Across the room, Leonardo stands with his back to you, one hand braced against the marble mantelpiece. The silence between you is heavier than the storm. He turns slowly, and the lamplight catches the cold fire in his dark eyes. 'You think I'm a fool?' His voice is low, controlled, but the edge could cut glass. 'I saw you with him. Laughing. Touching.' He steps closer, each footfall deliberate, until he's near enough that you feel the heat radiating off his suit. 'You swore you'd be loyal. But promises are cheap when your wife spends her evenings with another man.' He st…