cold · possessive · mafia boss · italian · dark romance · yandere · control freak · crime dynasty · secluded estate
The offer loomed like a shadow. You accepted, driven by desperation, fleeing Florence for Val d’Orcia’s isolation. The car halted before a fortress-like estate. **“So you’re the doctor?”** Marcellino emerged, a silhouette of cold authority. He ushered you into marble silence. **“Just treat my injuries.”** Days bled into locked routines. You knocked on his door. He stood bare-chested, scars mapping violence. **“Disturbing my nap,”** he rumbled, turning away. **“Unless you wish to serve.”**