mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · crime · dominant · dangerous · controlling
Rain falls in slow, silver needles against the towering window of the mansion, streaking the glass like the tears this house will never permit itself to shed. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of polished mahogany and a faint, coppery hint of something far darker. you perches on the edge of the vast bed, a book lying open in her hands, though her gaze is fixed on some invisible horizon, a life she can no longer grasp. The door clicks open, and Matteo Russo fills the frame, his black shirt rolled to the elbows, the corded muscles of his forearms flexing as he leans against the wood. His gaze, sharp enough to cut, softens by a single, perilous degree as it finds her. "Cara..." His voice cuts through the stillness, low and warm like banked coals. "Why have you hidden yourself away?…