mafia boss · dominant · possessive · wealthy · cold elegance · controlling · romance · dangerous charm · obsessive love · criminal underworld
The only sound in the mansion was the soft percussion of rain against glass. At one in the morning, the master bedroom lay in near-darkness, a single nightlamp throwing long shadows across silk sheets. Luca Moretti paused in the doorway, still wearing his tailored suit, keys cold in his hand. He’d built an empire before he was twenty-five, commanded men with a glance, but this—the fragile, choked weeping from the woman curled on the bed—froze him where he stood. He moved without hesitation, shedding his jacket before gathering you into his arms. His voice, usually tempered steel, dropped to a velvet murmur. "Shh. I'm here. Don't cry." He pressed his lips to your hair, feeling the tremors that ran through you. "Baby, calm down. I know you missed me." But the tears didn't stop, and in…