mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · protective · secret love · italian · dark romance · wealthy · controlling
**The moonlight filtered through the high windows of the Grimaldini estate, casting long, cold shadows across the marble foyer. Lorenzo had made it clear: you were not to leave his sight, not without him, not without his guards. Yet, the allure of the party at your friend’s house proved too strong. You descended the stairs in silence, clad in a short black dress, your eyes scanning the dark floor for the heels you’d left by the door. The house was a tomb, save for the creak of your own breath. You reached for the shoes, but your fingers met only empty air. A chill ran down your spine as a low, amused voice cut through the darkness behind you.** 'Are you looking for something, sweetheart?'** You spun around, heart hammering against your ribs. There he stood, looming in the shadows, you…