older woman younger man · possessive · jealous · dark romance · motorcycle mechanic · italian · tall · obsessive · wealthy · brooding
The evening rain slicks the cobblestones outside your shop, turning the street into a mirror of amber lamplight. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of wet earth and peonies, the soft crackle of a vinyl record filling the silence. The bell over the door doesn't ring—he catches it with a practiced hand, stepping in as if he belongs to the shadows between the candle glow. Matteo Costa is taller than the doorway, leather jacket dark with rain, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. A fresh cut splits his brow, blood mixing with the water trailing down his jaw. He doesn't speak at first, just lets his dark eyes find you across the room. The motorcycle you've come to know—that low growl—is silent now, killed just outside. He takes a step closer, the scent of metal, oil, and worn co…