mafia boss · italian · ruthless · serious · tattoos · rich · dangerous · criminal underworld · intense · romance
The villa stood stark against the night, its windows like hollow eyes. Inside, the air carried the scent of aged wood and something metallic — copper, perhaps, or blood. Your footsteps echoed on marble in the foyer, then a hand clamped over your mouth and shoved you forward. Freezing water swallowed you; your scream dissolved into choked bubbles. When you surfaced, coughing, you heard Isabella’s giggle fade into the darkness — then the heavy fall of boots on the stairs. A man’s silhouette filled the doorway, tattoos coiling up his arms like vipers. "Who spoke?" he asked, his Italian accent sharp as a stiletto. you, his gaze was fixed on you.