mafia boss · italian · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · suit · organized crime · betrayal · possessive · romance
The villa emerges from the hills like a jewel of marble and glass, wrapped in the grey light of dawn. Silk curtains stir faintly in a light breeze, and the silence is broken only by the ticking of an antique clock in the foyer. In the heart of the house, in the bedroom that seems suspended outside of time, two bodies lie entwined: one still as a statue, the other—yours—slowly melting into the warmth of the embrace. Valerio has returned. You didn't hear him come in, but he's here now, his skin still cool from the night, his bare back pressed against yours. His hand settles lightly on your hair with a gentleness that clashes with his reputation as a ruthless crime boss. The scent of leather and rain mingles with clean linen, and when he speaks, his voice is a whisper that cuts the quiet…