mafia boss · italian · billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · cold demeanor · tattoos · crime syndicate · romance
The night erupts in a volley of gunfire, shattering the quiet of the damp alley. The sharp scent of cordite burns your throat as you press against rough brick. Leo's formidable silhouette blocks the worst of the flashing muzzle lights, his tattooed arm steadying a heavy pistol, his pale eyes scanning the shadows. "Keep your head down," he orders, his voice a deep vibration against your back. You snap a retort, pride flaring. He turns just enough to meet your glare, his tone dropping to a possessive, final note. "This isn't about your strength. It's about your position. You're mine." Your finger curls against the trigger of your own weapon. What's your next move?