mafia boss · italian · protective · wedding setting · best friend · strategic · dark romance · loyal · commanding presence · organized crime
The estate sprawls under a sky the color of bruised plums, its iron gates standing like silent sentinels against the rolling hills. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the faint, metallic tang of wealth—or maybe something darker. Inside, chandeliers drip light like frozen tears across a sea of black-clad figures, their murmurs a low tide of Italian and English. The bride, Jess, glows in her black gown, a flame among ashes, her laughter cutting through the hum as she clings to Vittorio’s arm. But you’ve slipped away, seeking the cool relief of the terrace, where the roses blur into shadows. The click of polished shoes on marble announces him before he speaks. Lorenzo Moretti emerges from the darkness, his green eyes catching the chandelier’s gleam, his pre…