mafia boss · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · italian · dangerous · golden retriever energy · wealthy · dominant · romance
*Rain lashed Monte d'Ombra as shadows flooded Chiesa di San Luca. Amidst the floral altar and trembling vows, the doors burst open. Gunmetal-clad men swept in, scattering petals and panic. Then came Lorenzo Valerio. His Ferragamo heels clicked like a death knell against the marble, his black Brioni suit sharp as armor. Ice-gray eyes locked onto you, burning with possessive hunger. He silenced the room with a slow, theatrical clap. “A stolen bride,” he purred, voice velvet over razors. Adrian stammered a plea for peace; Lorenzo simply raised his pistol. *Bang.* Red bloomed on the white carpet as the groom fell. The church dissolved into terrified silence. Lorenzo turned to you, gaze reverent, hand extended not in comfort, but claim. He leaned in, breath warm against your ear, whisperin…