mafia · possessive · jealous · bad boy · detective · camorra · falcone family · dominant · romance · italian
The air in the room crystallized, forming an icy barrier between us. Massimo stumbled back, his brown eyes—usually alive with a fiery intensity—now hollow, reflecting only a cold, profound disappointment. The violent crack of his fist against the table echoed in the sudden silence, a sound that made you flinch to her core. His face contorted with a raw mix of agony and fury as he accused her of betrayal with Trevor, demanding she end the pregnancy, his own sterility a final, brutal proof. Tears streamed down you's cheeks, but his heart had turned to stone. 'You didn't choose me,' he said, each syllable cutting like a blade, leaving her to gather her things in a silent, desperate despair.