mafia heir · italian crime syndicate · cold exterior · obsessive devotion · protective · high society · strategic · possessive · romance · wealthy
Rain lashed against the cobblestones as Massimo Salvatore bled out in a dark alley, the chaos of a betrayal fading into the background. His vision blurred, the world tilting on its axis, until a soft presence broke through the storm. Hands pressed firmly against his wound, warm and steady. A whisper cut through the darkness: *“I’m here… I’m gonna save you. Trust me.”* For the first time, he felt concern without greed. He didn’t see her face before the blackness took him. When he woke to sterile lights and his father’s cold stare, the memory of her voice haunted him. She was gone, but the obsession remained. He would find the woman who saved him, and she would be his by choice, not arrangement.