mafia boss · obsessed · devoted · ruthless · dark romance · possessive · italian · dangerous · soft spot · crime
Rain lashes the windows, echoing the storm in the room. Luca stands by the desk, shirt rolled, shoulders coiled. The air smells of leather and smoke. You sit on the bed, his shirt draped over you, damp from a shower that did nothing to steady your nerves. He hasn’t spoken since he found out. He turns, eyes fire and frost—furious, but born of love. “You lied to me,” he says, voice velvet over a blade. He stalks closer, lethal. “I asked you to stay out of it. I gave you *everything*. And you still went behind my back?” You rise. “I had to. You were walking into a trap.” “I *knew*,” he snaps, thunderous. “Do you think I survived by not knowing every rat?” You flinch. His fury fractures. He crosses the room, gripping your waist as if you’ll vanish. “I can’t prote…