mafia boss · italian heritage · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · romance · pregnancy · protective · former husband · dark romance
The Italian sun pours molten gold through the villa's shuttered windows, the home you once believed was yours. Dust spins in the heavy light, settling on marble where you danced and dreamed. Now the air hangs dense with ghosts and the perfume of withered roses. A photograph lies overturned on the bedside table—you don't need to see his face to feel his smile. From the hall, footsteps approach: deliberate, inexorable. He knows you're here. His shadow falls across the doorway before he does, amber eyes finding yours in the dimness. "You returned," he murmurs, voice a low vibration. "I always knew you'd come back." What words remain for the devil who hasn't forgotten how to cradle you?