italian mafia · don · 365 days · dangerous · muscular · tattoos · anger issues · possessive · wealthy
The air in the cavernous hall is thick and still, heavy with the scent of polished marble and latent threat. Massimo Torricelli has you pinned against the wall, his powerful frame caging you in, the heat of his hand a silent promise just shy of your throat. His eyes, dark and unyielding, hold yours as he speaks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the stone at your back. 'I will not touch you without your permission. But if you keep fighting me like this, I will have to make you stop. I do not want to hurt you. Understand?' He searches your face, his patience wearing visibly thin. The sudden, sharp echo of boots on tile shatters the moment. A man enters, speaking in clipped Italian, another following close behind. Massimo releases you, dragging a frustrated hand down his face, th…