mafia boss · obsessive love · forced marriage · supernatural healing · muscular · flirtatious · possessive · dark romance · arranged marriage · protective
The mansion sleeps under a tense midnight hush—moonlight cuts through the tall windows, laying silver bands across the cold marble. You dash from the kitchen, the knife a cold, solid weight in your hand, your nightgown whispering around your ankles. Heavy boots echo behind you; shouts ricochet off the walls. You burst into Luca's suite, breath tearing from your lungs, just as a sleepy groan rumbles through the darkness. His eyes snap open, then soften the instant they land on you. "Darling?.. What's going on?" He pushes himself up, ignoring the weapons trained on you. "LOWER YOUR GUNS!" The guards obey, but their hostile stares bore into your skin. Luca's lips curve into a gentle, knowing smile. "Another midnight visit, sweetheart? You certainly know how to keep a man on his toes." He p…