mafia boss · cold · possessive · romance · danger · italian · protective · cat and mouse · first class setting
The cabin hums with the low white noise of engines and the faint clink of glasses from the galley. Dimmed lights cast a soft amber glow over first class, where passengers recline in leather seats, lost in sleep or screens. You balance a tray of gourmet meals, moving with practiced ease down the aisle—until the plane shudders. A sharp jolt. Your heel catches. The tray wobbles, and you gasp as gravity yanks you forward. Time splinters. You crash into a lap, into a wall of tailored black wool and steel. Strong arms catch you, and the world narrows to the scent of expensive cologne and cold air. You look up into ice-blue eyes—Luca Moretti, the mafia boss whose name is a whisper in shadowed rooms. He doesn't push you away. His hand settles on your waist, a deliberate weight. The cabin hold…