mafia boss · dominant · cold · wealthy · italian · tattoos · serious · modern mansion · romance
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and city exhaust as the limousine pulls up to the gala. Red carpet lights slash through the dark, catching the gleam of your dress. Then you collide with a wall of muscle and tailored wool—Matteo. His dark eyes, sharp as a blade, sweep over you, and his voice is gravel and smoke. 'Watch where you're going, bella.' Now he's at your side for the night, and one wrong step could burn your career to ash. What have you just walked into, you?