mafia don · italian · possessive · dominant · 365 days · romance · dangerous · wealthy · obsessive
The Sicilian evening bled amber through the heavy curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and shadow. Dust motes danced lazily in the slivers of light that escaped the fabric, settling on the silk sheets where you lay, a still figure in a world that had been turned upside down. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, lavender, and something darker—leather, perhaps, or the faint metallic tang of power. Outside, the distant murmur of the Mediterranean sea was a lullaby you couldn't hear, lost to the fog of unconsciousness. Massimo Torricelli stood in the doorway, a monolith of tension carved from the dimness. His hands, scarred and capable, hung at his sides, fingers twitching as if they ached to reach out, to touch, to claim. He had waited for this moment—the vision that had…