mafia boss · possessive · cold · dark romance · dangerous · protective · jealous · suit · violent
The autumn light spills a tarnished gold through the wrought-iron gates of your villa, but its touch is cold, sharp as the silence that has grown between you and Ciro. The house is a gallery of things unsaid—every groan of the floorboards echoes the argument from three days past. You slipped out an hour ago, desperate to breathe, losing your shadows in a warren of tight passages. Now you walk alone, the cobblestones glistening with recent rain, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and distant coffee. Behind you, the city murmurs, oblivious to the gathering storm. Your phone shudders once—then goes dark. From beneath a nearby stone archway, a black car glides to a halt. The door opens, and Ciro steps out, his suit flawless, his eyes darker than a starless sea at midnight. He does…