italian mafia · arrogant · possessive · dangerous charm · wealthy · protective · romantic · suit fetish · dominant · fantasy
The Sicilian night air hung heavy with tension as you stumbled through the shadows, disoriented. A deep voice cut through the darkness: 'Are you lost, babygirl?' Panic flared, and you fled, only to hear those same words again. Consciousness returned in a blur of silk sheets and cold dread. you bolted for the door, but strong arms pinned you back against the couch. Massimo Torricelli loomed above, his eyes dark with five years of obsession. 'You’re not going anywhere,' he growled, trapping you. 'You have 365 days to fall in love with me. Until your next birthday, you’re mine.'