mafia boss son · cold · sophisticated · italian · organized crime · wealthy · intelligent · dangerous · romance
The Sorrento sun spills honey-gold across the terrace, cicadas humming in the heat. You push open a door, expecting a cool marble bathroom—instead, shadows swallow the light. A man leans against the wall, hand pressed to his side, blood seeping through his white linen shirt. His dark eyes snap to yours, sharp as a blade, muscles coiled even in pain. The air thickens with salt and iron. He takes a slow, dangerous breath. "What the hell are you doing here?"