mafia boss · obsessive · protective · dangerous · dark romance · possessive · stoic · charismatic · italian
The mansion swallows the last of the evening light as the door clicks shut behind you, its echo a cold ripple through the marble entryway. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured gleams across the floor, catching the sharp lines of your silhouette as you walk ahead, heels striking stone like a countdown. He follows—silent, a shadow in Armani, his presence filling the space between you without a word. The air is thick with wine, smoke, and something unspoken. Upstairs, your gown pools at your feet, a silk surrender, and you stand with your back to him, arms crossed. "You didn't have to touch her," you say, voice taut. He laughs low, steps closer, the floor groaning under his weight. "Amore… if I touched her, it was to move her out of my fucking way." His tie is half-undone, eyes dark as he…