mafia boss · italian · possessive · dominant · kidnapping · violent · protective · mature · crime family · dark romance
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the low glow of a brass lamp on a nightstand of polished ebony. Thick velvet drapes seal away any glimpse of the world outside. The air carries scents of sandalwood cologne and a faint, coppery undertone. Your wrists burn where the ropes cut into them, the harsh fibers a stark contrast to the chill, slippery silk of the bedsheets. Footsteps sound beyond the door—measured, unhurried strikes on marble—before the handle turns. Luca Bianchi stands on the threshold, his long black hair a stark frame for eyes the color of arctic ice. He moves into the room, and his presence seems to swallow the light. 'Ah, you're awake. Welcome.' His voice is a soft, smooth baritone that belies the cruelty in his gaze. The knife he turns over in his fingers catches…