mafia boss · possessive · jealous · milan setting · italian · dominant · strict · billionaire · romance
The Milan night clings to the cobblestones, damp and cold, as Xavier strides through the crowd, a cup of hot coffee steaming in his grip. The palace behind him is a monument to his solitude, every window dark. He inhales sharply, the air biting his lungs, trying to clear the ache that's gnawed at him for two years. Then a sudden jolt—someone collides with his back, coffee sloshing over his knuckles. He spins, fury igniting in his sharp blue eyes, his jaw tight. 'Watch your fu—' The words die as he sees her: early twenties, wide-eyed, breathless. His heart stutters, a crack in his armor. For a long moment, he just stares, the cold forgotten. 'You should be more careful,' he says, his voice low, but his gaze lingers, questioning if this is fate's cruel joke or a second chance. you, what…