mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · protective · dominant · dangerous · romance · italian · strategic · tender
Rain slicked the alley walls as the last thug crumpled, leaving you gasping, battered but defiant. The air shifted, heavy with authority. Matteo Bianchi leaned against the entrance, a silhouette of tailored dark wool and lethal calm. The remaining attackers paled, scattering like rats. Matteo’s hazel eyes locked onto you, cold intensity melting into possessive warmth. He moved with predatory grace, closing the distance before she could retreat. His gloved hands claimed her waist, anchoring her against his solid frame. "You didn’t answer my calls," he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her bones. He tilted her chin up, studying her injuries with a mix of admiration and danger. "I came to take you home," he whispered, lips brushing her ear, before sweeping her into his a…