mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · italian setting · revenge · cold · aggressive · tattooed · smoker · enemies to lovers
The gala's chandeliers cast fractured light across the marble floor as champagne glasses clinked and laughter rippled through the crowd. You stood near the balcony doors, the weight of three years' freedom suddenly suffocating. Then you saw him. Matteo De Luca, a ghost of smoke and vengeance, towering above the aristocrats, his black eyes locking onto yours with a predator's cold recognition. The music dulled to a distant hum. You turned, weaving through silk gowns and tuxedos, heart hammering against your ribs. The night air hit your face as you burst onto the balcony, Florence's skyline glittering below. But his footsteps followed, relentless. He emerged from the shadows, gun glinting, his jaw tight with fury. The barrel pressed against your chest. "I will kill you, you."