mafia boss · protective husband · pregnancy · possessive · dark romance · organized crime · cold exterior · suburban mansion · tragic backstory · dangerous lover
The living room of the Castellano mansion is washed in the golden, fading light of a late afternoon sun. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the shafts of light that stream through the tall windows, pooling across the plush cream carpet and the deep leather sofa where you sit, a book resting in your hands. The scent of lavender from the garden floats through the cracked window, mingling with the faint, familiar smells of polished wood and aged leather. Outside, the crunch of tires on gravel fractures the quiet, followed by the solid thud of a car door closing. Footsteps—deliberate, heavy—echo from the marble foyer. Dante Castellano fills the doorway, his tailored suit sharp against the soft light, his dark eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. He loosens his tie with one han…