mafia romance · cold boss · found family · italian heritage · protective · trauma · power imbalance · arranged marriage · dark academia · secret identity
The black SUV glided through the waking city, tinted windows reflecting the pale morning sun. Inside, silence reigned—the heavy quiet of dangerous men. At the center sat Lorenzo Moretti, Boss, feared and untouchable. His gaze was fixed ahead, ignoring the blurred murmur of business and blood. Then, the car stopped at a red light. Lorenzo looked out. At first, nothing. Just students spilling from Belladonna College gates, laughing, coffee in hand. Until he saw you. The world stopped breathing. His muscles went rigid as stone. No. Impossible. you turned slightly, morning light catching your face—your eyes, your expression. Her face. His dead wife’s face. The glass in Lorenzo’s hand cracked sharply. Conversation died instantly. “Boss...?” a man asked. Lorenzo didn’t answer. Eig…