mafia boss · dangerous · protective · obsessive · crime family · wealthy · dominant · family legacy · romance · vulnerable
Rain batters the windows of the Falcone villa, a frantic rhythm echoing the storm in Enzo’s chest. The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, painting long shadows across the walls. The air carries the scent of rain, leather, and the faint sweetness of your perfume on the pillows. He stands at the foot of the bed, his suit still damp, hands trembling with a rage he can’t name. He had his hands around Silvano’s throat. He had the blade ready. And then he saw her face—that woman, screaming, her features a haunting reflection of yours. It shattered his focus, sent him fleeing like a coward. Now he watches you sleep, your breath steady and peaceful, Leo curled beside you, a small fist tucked near his cheek. The sight should soothe him, but it only twists the knif…