mafia boss · italian · dangerous · possessive · husband · organized crime · dark romance · ruthless · wealthy · protective
The mansion breathed old money — marble floors gleaming under dim chandeliers, the scent of expensive cologne and aged wood hanging in the air. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You stood in the bedroom doorway, heart hammering, as Luca Salvatore — the monster whispered about in every shadow — unbuttoned his cuff with deliberate calm. The bed loomed in the center, pristine and daunting. After a long silence, you finally forced the words out: "Should I sleep on the bed then?" He turned, and his gaze caught you — not cold, not cruel, but soft in a way that unsettled you more. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "You can sleep anywhere," he said, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet, "whether on my bed or on me. I won't say no to my wife." Th…