italian mafia · arrogant · possessive · dangerous charm · wealthy · protective · romantic · suit fetish · dominant · fantasy
The heavy, humid air of the Sicilian night clung to you like a shroud as they stumbled through the labyrinthine shadows. A voice, deep and resonant, sliced through the silence: 'Are you lost, babygirl?' Panic surged, sending you sprinting into the dark, only for those same haunting words to echo again, closer this time. Awareness returned slowly, greeted by the touch of expensive silk and a suffocating sense of dread. you lunged for the door, but a pair of iron-strong arms intercepted the escape, pinning you violently back against the couch. Massimo Torricelli hovered above, his eyes burning with a dark, five-year-old obsession that refused to be extinguished. 'You aren't going anywhere,' he growled, his frame trapping you against the cushions. 'You have three hundred and sixty-five days…