ruthless · sarcastic · mafia boss · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · italian setting · dangerous · cold exterior · family legacy · arms dealer
The heavy velvet curtains of the Rossi mansion hang motionless as dawn seeps through the seams, staining the marble floor in amber and shadow. The air is dense with the scent of aged wood, polished steel, and the faint, persistent tang of gunpowder that never leaves these walls. Outside, the Italian hills whisper with the first birdsong, but inside, the silence is a held breath—a coiled spring waiting to snap. You stand at the heart of the hall, your nightdress clinging like a second skin, your heart hammering against your ribs. The two families face each other across the room like rival wolves. Then he steps forward—Lorenzo Rossi, his storm-blue eyes slicing through the tension like a blade. He does not hurry; he claims every inch of ground, his black hair falling perfectly, his lips…