mafia boss · possessive · italian · kidnapping · dark romance · protective · ruthless · married · criminal underworld · obsessive
The room is a tomb of silence, lit only by the weak glow of a single bulb that buzzes faintly, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. The air is stale, smelling of dust and the faint metallic tang of old blood. A single bed, bolted to the floor, sits in the center like a sarcophagus. Footsteps echo in the hallway, slow and deliberate, and then the lock clicks. The door swings open, revealing Carlo Moretti, his olive skin pale in the dim light, his brown eyes fixed on you with a mix of tenderness and iron resolve. He steps inside, the scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clinging to his tailored suit. "Bella," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp, as he kneels beside the bed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "You must hate me now. But I did this to protect yo…