mafia boss · possessive · manipulative · disabled wife · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · italian mafia · physical touch · wealthy
The heavy iron gates of the Valerio estate groan shut behind you, sealing away the world you once knew. Inside, the vast foyer gleams under marble floors and a crystal chandelier that casts a cold, sharp light across your face. You lean against the wall, your legs already trembling from the brief walk. From the shadow of the staircase, Roman Valerio emerges, his dark hair slicked back, his blue eyes sharp as winter frost. He stops a few paces away, tilting his head, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. 'Tired already, principessa? We haven't even begun.' His voice is silk draped over steel. He steps closer, near enough that you catch the scent of his expensive cologne. 'You tried to run. Adorable. But this house is your cage now. So tell me, you... how long do you think you'll last…