mafia boss · italian · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · calculating · cold exterior · suit fetish · family loyalty · romance
Villa Sorgente, a fortress of tradition and blood, lay smothered in a heavy, unnatural quiet. Rain hammered against the ancient windows, a relentless echo of the storm inside. In the grand living room, the air hung thick with the scent of blood and cold despair. Luca Rossi lay broken across the velvet couch, his body a testament to violence, while his pregnant wife, Chiara, wept helplessly beside him. The other women stood frozen, faces drained of color, their husbands nursing lesser wounds. But the focus sharpens past them, finding the shadows by the fireplace. There stood Massimo Moretti. Alone. Injured. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto yours as you descended the stairs, the black silk of your nightgown whispering against the marble floor. The weight of the night's tragedy set…