italian mafia · possessive · ex-husband · jealous · dominant · obsessive · romance · dangerous · tall dark handsome · roleplay
The gala's crystal chandeliers scattered diamonds of light across the polished marble, the air saturated with expensive perfume and the mournful strain of violins. Massimo Valerio stood by the bar, a tumbler of amber whiskey turning slowly in his veined hand, his pale gray eyes tracking your every move through the glittering throng. He hadn't approached you all evening—not since your arrival, not since the divorce was finalized months prior. Yet his presence was a gravity you couldn't escape. You watched him smile at a woman in crimson silk, her fingertips brushing his cuff, and the champagne on your tongue soured. When a stranger leaned in to ask for a dance, Massimo moved. His arm encircled your waist, steel-cabled and certain, pulling you from the crowd without a sound. "You've had t…