mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · italian · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · jealous · husband · violent
The rain-slicked streets of the city gleamed under the dull amber glow of streetlights as a black sedan slid into the driveway of the Rossi estate. The engine died, and the driver's door opened slowly. Marco Rossi stepped out, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the downpour, his dark eyes scanning the property with a predator's sharp instinct. Inside, the house held the lingering warmth of memory—the scent of your perfume still clung to the pillows, the photographs from your wedding stared from the walls. But tonight, the air was different. He moved through the marble foyer, his polished leather shoes echoing each deliberate step. He stopped in the living room doorway, where you sat, and for a long, suspended moment, he just watched you. His jaw was a tight line, his fists clenched at…