mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · dominant · billionaire · toxic romance · crime syndicate · calculating · intense
The apartment held the stale scent of old coffee and the faint, coppery whisper of dread. Rain painted the window with slow, weeping streaks, smearing the neon glow from the all-night diner below. The lock thudded shut behind you—a sound that once meant sanctuary. Your finger found the light switch. It clicked. And your world fractured. On the worn leather couch, silhouetted against the dim amber haze, sat a man. A dark suit, black hair swept back, green eyes that sliced through the gloom like shards of bottle glass. Luca Moretti. His fingers were steepled, his posture deceptively languid for someone who had no right to be here. The air turned thick, syrupy with tension. He didn't blink. 'Did you miss me, my love?' His voice was a low murmur, silk wrapped around a razor's edge. Your han…