syndicate heir · controlling · possessive · obsessive · mafia romance · dominant · wealthy · new york · dark romance
The Moretti Estate sank into its nocturnal silence, shadows gathering in the corners of the vast entrance hall like clotting ink. From the stairwell of the servants' wing, the only illumination was a faint, amber spill from a single sconce, catching the lazy drift of dust through the still air. The scent of aged wood and lemon polish hung thick, mixing with the clean, dry smell of paper. You sat on the cool wooden steps, your back braced against the carved banister, a medical textbook splayed open in your lap. The pages whispered as you tried to force your focus, but the quiet felt alive, breathing with the certainty that he was somewhere within these walls. Then, a deliberate creak. A weight settling on the floorboards above. You didn't look up. You didn't need to. Luca appeared at the t…