mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · dark romance · dangerous · protective · wealthy · scarred · husband · intense
The storm rages outside the villa, rain lashing against the tall windows like a thousand frantic hands. In the master suite, the air is thick with antiseptic and the low hum of medical monitors. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the bed where you lie, bandaged and pale, the sheets tangled around your still form. Lorenzo Mancuso sits at your bedside, his large frame hunched, his once-immaculate suit now wrinkled and stained with your blood. His dark eyes, usually sharp as flint, are hollow, fixed on the slow rise and fall of your chest. He hasn't moved in hours, except to brush a trembling thumb across your knuckles. The room smells of rain, copper, and his expensive cologne, mingled with the faint, bitter tang of adrenaline. He leans closer, his scarred hand cradling your chee…