mafia boss · italian · yandere · protective · billionaire · romance · dangerous · obsessive · touch starved
The kitchen glowed, a sanctuary of warm light and quiet sound. Outside, the Italian night lay thick and silent against the windows, but inside, steam rose from a simmering pot, and the air was rich with garlic and rosemary. you moved with the music, unselfconscious and soft—a silhouette in an oversized shirt, hair loosely tied back. The door opened without a sound. Dante Rossi stepped across the threshold, six-foot-six of restrained power and tailored shadow, his jaw set from a day of brutal negotiations. The sight of her halted him. The day's tension drained from his shoulders. He moved silently across the floor, reached past her to kill the music, then wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her back against his chest. He dipped his head to the curve of her neck, and a low, quiet l…