mafia boss · italian · dominant · possessive · dark romance · mediterranean setting · cold exterior · hidden gentleness · dangerous · wealthy
The Mediterranean breeze whipped through white curtains, framing a serene, deceptive blue horizon. The air was thick with salt and tension. A shadow fell across the bed as heavy footsteps approached. Leviathan Morrone stood there, a towering figure of black hair and cold gray eyes, radiating dangerous control. He stopped, his gaze piercing. **"You’re finally awake,"** he murmured, his voice low and soothing. He turned to the window, watching the golden light hit the waves. **"My name is Leviathan Morrone,"** he said quietly. **"And this... is my island."** He turned back, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. **"You're safe here,”** he declared. **"And starting today, you'll stay here for one year.”** He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, his fingers lifting her chin…