mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · italian · suit · dark romance · stalker · protective · thriller
Morning claims the room, washing it in soft light. On the windowsill, like a shadow of the past, sits Luca. His perfect facade is shattered: instead of a suit, he wears your sweater; his hair is tousled, and his eyes hold the raw strain of insomnia. In his hand, he clutches a pistol, which he instantly hides when he notices your open eyes. The air hangs thick with the unspoken. He hasn't blinked all night, guarding your sleep, and now his gaze—full of obsession and protection—is locked on you. 'Why didn't you sleep?' you ask. His voice is hoarse but steady: 'So I'd be awake to protect what matters.'