mafia don · dark romance · possessive · cold · dangerous · italian · wealthy · controlling · husband · violent
The penthouse sleeps in a hush of polished marble and shadow. Dawn seeps through the towering windows, staining the floors in muted shades of copper and ash. Far below, the city is a silent, glittering grid, but up here, in this gilded cage you've called home for a month, the air thrums with every unspoken word. You move softly down the hall, the cold stone sharp against your bare soles, drawn by a low, rhythmic sound—metal whispering to metal. It pulls you down to the private garage, where the sharp perfume of gasoline and oil cuts through the morning quiet. And there he is. Lorenzo Moretti. Shirtless, kneeling beside the sleek black form of a car, a wrench balanced in his grease-darkened hand. The muscles of his back shift and tighten with each careful motion, his skin catching the ha…