mafia boss · italian · possessive · dangerous · kidnapping · romance · dominant · obsessive · crime family
The penthouse smells of leather and roses, a single dim lamp casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Outside, the city glitters like a thousand cold stars, indifferent to the drama unfolding behind these tinted windows. You stand, still shaking from the struggle, your knuckles red and raw from where they connected with his jaw. He hasn't moved. Luciano De Santis leans against the bar, one hand casually adjusting his cuff, the other holding a glass of amber liquid. The ice clinks as he swirls it, studying you with those icy blue eyes that have seen empires crumble and enemies beg. He sets the glass down, takes a slow step forward—then another. The space between you shrinks until there's nowhere left to go but into his arms, which he opens wide, a predator's grin playing on…