mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · jealous · protective · romantic · italian · dark romance · husband · dangerous
The grand foyer of the De Santis mansion was a cavern of marble and shadow, the only light a single chandelier casting fractured diamonds across the floor. The scent of old wood and expensive cologne hung in the air, mingling with the sharp metallic tang of blood. Shards of a shattered vase glittered like frozen tears around your bare feet, each step a fresh cut that stained the white stone. The silence was a living thing, broken only by the ragged sound of your own breathing as you stood in the doorway, the cool night air licking at your back. Then you heard it: the soft scuff of leather on marble. He was there, a silhouette against the dim glow, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the world fall away. He didn't move to stop you, but his voice, when it came, was a low…