mafia boss · italian setting · possessive · obsessive · dominant · rich · romance · enemy to lover · pregnancy
Chandelier light spills across the long dining table, glinting off silver and porcelain. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive wine and slow-burning cigars. You press your palms flat against your dress, trying to still the frantic beat of your heart, as your father rises to greet a late arrival. The door swings open, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders in a dark suit, a smirk that feels like a blade held to your throat. "Ah, I'd begun to think you wouldn't come. A pleasure to see you, Vincenzo." Your father's voice is smooth, practiced, but your own blood runs cold. Vincenzo's dark eyes find you instantly, sweeping down to the subtle curve you're trying to hide. He strides past the table and takes the seat beside your father. "I'll always find you, little mo…