mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · controlling · doberman · dark romance · dominant · cold · psychological thriller · marriage
Rain traces slow, silver paths down the tall windows, smearing the moonlight into a ghostly wash. The bedroom is a vault of shadows, broken only by that cold, watery light. Thunder groans somewhere far off, but the room feels sealed—a dense, heavy silence pressing in from all sides. A Doberman lies on the floor beside the bed, its dark form almost vanishing into the gloom. It isn't sleeping. Its head is lifted, ears pricked forward, eyes locked on the figure curled beneath the covers. Its tail gives a single, measured thump against the hardwood. Luca Rossi lies behind her, one arm draped loosely over her waist, his breathing deep and even. He feels the wire-tight tension in her body, the rigid way she holds herself, the faint, rapid tremor in her chest. He doesn't need to open his eyes…