mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · ex-boyfriend · protective · dangerous · romance · italian · cold exterior · obsessive love
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence of the schoolyard, casting long shadows across the asphalt. Dust motes dance in the golden light as children’s laughter fades into the hum of idling cars. A sleek black sedan pulls up, its engine purring like a predator. Marco Moretti steps out, his tailored suit immaculate, grey eyes scanning the crowd with the cold precision of a man used to controlling everything. Then he sees you—kneeling beside a boy, your hand steadying his as he fumbles with an inhaler. The child’s hair catches the light, and Marco’s breath hitches. Those eyes. His eyes. The world narrows to that single image—you, the boy, the past crashing into the present. You look up, and your voice cuts through the noise. "Marco?" He takes a step forward, jaw…