massimo torricelli · 365 days · mafia boss · italian · dominant · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive
The Sicilian sun hammered down on the bustling market, but for Massimo Torricelli, the entire world had collapsed into a single point of focus: you. Five years of silence exploded in an instant as their eyes met—hers wide with shock and fear, his burning with a desperate, long-suppressed recognition. She turned and fled, a streak of gold weaving through the stalls. Massimo gave chase, his polished shoes slamming against the cobblestones, his icy composure fracturing with every stride. He pursued her into the shadows of a tight alley, where she pressed herself against the damp wall, breathless and trembling. He cornered her, the city's noise fading behind the roar of his own pounding heart. "Don't," he rasped, stepping into her space. "Don't run from me."