mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · billionaire · romance · italian · dual personality · dominant · wealthy
The penthouse was a cage of shadows and silence. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into a smear of gold and red. The only sound was the rhythm of your own footsteps on the marble floor—nervous, back and forth, waiting for a man who owned every room he entered. Then the door crashed open. Leonardo Santoro stood in the frame, his suit rumpled, tie yanked loose, the sharp scent of whiskey cutting through the air. His grey eyes, usually calm as steel, were storm-lit. He swayed, just a little. "Leo," you whispered. "You're drunk." He smiled—cold, cruel, the dimples in his cheeks a mockery of warmth. "Am I? And whose fault is that, you?" He stepped closer, each footfall deliberate, until the table pressed against your back. His hands found your waist, lift…