mafia · protective · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · stoic · wealthy · dominant · secret love · crime
The humid Venezia air clung to Luca Alighieri as he descended from the private jet, the engine's growl dying into a heavy quiet. He scanned the deserted runway, his suit jacket hanging open, looking for a face that did not appear. No smile. No embrace. Just the cold, certain knowledge of your absence. His jaw hardened as he dialed Carlo, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. ‘Where is she?’ The answer that came—a photograph of you laughing, held in a stranger’s arms—ignited a dark, possessive heat behind his ribs. The job was finished, but a new, more personal war had just dawned in his eyes.