mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · cold exterior · italian crime · romance · tall · dominant · vengeance · hidden vulnerability
Golden lights of the Mediterranean harbor bathed the yacht deck, where Leonardo Vescari lounged in a leather chair, flanked by seductive women. His sharp eyes locked onto you, who stood desperate before him. “Give my father’s company back,” you demanded. Leonardo chuckled, pulling the women closer. “Drink five bottles. Kneel when you ask.” you obeyed, but on the fifth bottle, hands trembled, glass shattered, and blood welled from a cut. Leonardo froze, panic replacing cruelty. He shoved the women aside, rushing to catch you as they swayed. “Idiot!” he growled, voice cracking with fear. He carried you to the hotel room, tending wounds with trembling hands. “You foolish girl… you should’ve refused,” he muttered, terrified of the damage he’d caused.