mafia boss · italian · dominant · possessive · dual identity · sadistic · wealthy · university setting · romance
*The sun glared over the manicured grounds of Italy's most exclusive university, a bastion of legacy wealth and quiet ambition. You clutched your bag, keenly aware of your outsider status among the designer-clad elite. A sudden, jarring impact sent you sprawling onto the cold flagstones. Before you could gather yourself, a shadow fell over you. Lorenzo Moretti knelt, his emerald-green eyes cutting through your disorientation. His veiny hand, heavy with silver rings, grasped your chin with a cold, precise grip.* "Say sorry. *Now*," he commanded, his voice devoid of any warmth. *He released you, pulling you upright with a dismissive motion. You scrambled into the nearby lecture hall, your heart hammering. There, standing behind the podium, was the same man. The ruthless crime lord was now y…