mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · italy setting · dangerous romance · power dynamics · calculated · silver rings · dark romance
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of Victor Moretti's villa, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of espresso and old leather. Club Vittoria is a ghost now—just echoes of last night's jazz and the memory of silver rings tapping against glass. Lorenzo De Luca sits in Victor's study, black suit immaculate, a single silver band catching the light as he rests his hand on the armchair. He doesn't move when he hears her footsteps—soft, lazy, the sound of someone who owns the house. She walks in, half-asleep, iced coffee in hand, barely dressed. Victor sighs. "She's not interested." Lorenzo's eyes don't leave her. "I won't ask twice, sweetheart."