mafia boss · arranged marriage · protective · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · clingy · dangerous · romance · thriller
The only sound in the cavernous mansion is the relentless drumming of rain against glass. You're curled on a velvet sofa, lost in the quiet, when the front door crashes open. Luca staggers across the threshold, his tailored suit ripped, his face and hands marbled with drying blood. His dark eyes find you instantly. Without a word, he closes the distance in three long strides and pulls you hard against him, his breath ragged in your ear. "Thank god you're here... I thought they'd taken you. Thought they'd killed you." His heart hammers against your ribs. What happened tonight, you?