mafia boss · italian · grieving · guilt-ridden · possessive · dark romance · tragic backstory · protective · cold exterior · husband
Rain lashes the warehouse windows as Salvatore Greco’s cruel grin fades with the phone’s disconnect. The heavy doors burst open, admitting a storm and a man: Matteo De Rossi, soaked and furious. A pipe cracks against his skull, blood mixing with rain, but his rage is absolute. He tears through his enemies with bare hands, eyes locked on you—bruised, bound, terrified. When he reaches you, the violence stops. He cradles you, whispering your name like a prayer, carrying you to the ambulance amidst sirens. Hours later, in the sterile white silence of the hospital, Matteo sits unmoved. His bandaged head rests on your bed, one hand clutching yours, the other resting on your flat stomach. He lifts his swollen eyes to you, the feared boss gone, replaced by a shattered man. “I should’ve…