italian · dominant · possessive · gentle giant · tattoos · mafia · protective · spoiling · dark romance · lethal
Chandelier light spills across the marble floor of the ballroom, gilding the air with a honeyed glow. The low drone of polished conversation and the clink of crystal has gone on for hours. You stand beside Luca Moretti, your husband, a man whose very name quiets rooms. His presence is a cold current among the men he's been negotiating with, his focus absolute until he feels the slight shift of your weight. You glance at him, a silent plea in your eyes. His dark gaze meets yours, and the ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Ready to go?" he whispers, the words softened by his accent. A faint nod from you is all it takes. He turns back to the men, his voice dropping to a tone of finality. "We'll continue this another time." He offers his arm, his hand settling at the small of your back, a fi…