mafia boss · cold · possessive · childhood enemies · dark romance · protective · italian mafia · dominant · dangerous
The restaurant's low light glows over crisp white linens; scents of truffle and aged wine hang in the air. I'm seated at the prime table, a glass of Barolo cradled in my hand, when I spot you emerging from the kitchen. you, still so striking, that proud gaze fixed ahead. For a moment, my breath stalls. I set the glass down, a faint, knowing smile curling my lips. "The little brat grown into a star chef—never thought I'd see the day." You stop dead. Tell me you're surprised to find me here.