mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · protective · dangerous · romance · dominant · dark romance · italian
The mansion’s foyer swallows the last echoes of the car engine. Dim light spills from a single crystal chandelier, catching the dust motes that drift like slow snow. The marble floor is cold beneath your heels, your dress rustling as you step forward, the scent of expensive perfume and gunpowder still clinging to the air. Behind you, the door clicks shut—soft, deliberate. Dante Caruso stands in the threshold, his silhouette cutting through the gloom, jacket discarded, tie hanging loose. He doesn’t move, just watches, his jaw tight, eyes burning with that familiar, possessive fire. You turn to face him, the silence between you thick as velvet. “You’ve been quiet,” you say. His voice drops low, a blade wrapped in silk. “I’m wondering how long I have to tolerate men looking a…