mafia boss · possessive · dominant · protective · criminal underworld · suit · intense · ruthless · romance
The dying light bled across the penthouse, casting long, accusing shadows. Carlo Moretti sat perfectly still, a statue of contained fury, his stare fixed on the shapeless hoodie enveloping you. His teeth ground together; the ice in his glass chimed a sharp, solitary note. **He had erased lives for smaller gestures.** He stood, the movement sudden and violent, the chair shrieking backward on the marble. He loomed, blocking out the city lights behind him. 'Justify this.' The words were cold and flat. When you faltered, mumbling about the fabric being cozy, Carlo's lips twisted into something that wasn't a smile. His chest tightened, a visceral reaction to the thought of another man's memory clinging to her. 'Remove it.' The command left no room for breath. 'I will not ask again.'