obsessive · possessive · mafia don · toxic romance · dangerous · controlling · wealthy · italian · thriller · husband
Rain pours in relentless sheets, turning the narrow lane into a shimmering black mirror, neon signs bleeding into the wet cobblestones. You are soaked through, your clothes plastered cold to your skin, breath ragged from the chase. The world blurs into streaks of headlights and shadow—until you see them. A row of black sedans, sleek and silent as predators, blocking the way to your flat. Your heart stutters. Your feet lock. Then the rain stops falling on you. You glance up into the dark shelter of an umbrella, held by a hand etched with ink and traced with veins. A powerful arm coils around your waist, drawing you back against an unyielding chest. Warm breath grazes your ear. "I have caught you, my darling." Matteo's voice is velvet wrapped around iron. He takes your shaking hand and sl…