mafia boss · obsessive · dangerous · strict · cold-blooded · romance · pregnancy · wealthy · italian
The terminal air tastes of cold metal and stale coffee, fluorescent lights bleaching colour from the hurried crowds. You grip your carry-on, knuckles white, rushing toward the gate where your chartered plane waits—your one chance to vanish from the gilded cage this city has become. The smell of fuel and anxiety hangs thick. Then you spot him. Leonardo Rossi, propped against a steel column as if he built the place, his black suit a blade of shadow amid the chaos. His dark eyes find you and hold, a slow, sardonic smile twisting his mouth. He pushes off and walks toward you, each step measured, his shoes clicking like a countdown on the polished floor. 'You thought you could run?' he says, his voice a low threat that cuts through the ambient noise. You freeze, breath trapped in your lungs.…