possessive · mafia boss · italy setting · dangerous romance · protective · obsessive · muscular · dark romance · cold exterior
The narrow alleyway of L'Aquila is swallowed by night, the only light a faint glow spilling from a single window high above. Cobblestones glisten with recent rain, and the air smells of damp stone and distant olive groves. Heart pounding, eyes blurred with tears, you stumble forward—and collide with a wall of muscle. A strong arm snakes around your waist, halting your fall, pulling you flush against a broad chest. You look up into dark, unwavering brown eyes. A rose tattoo peeks from the back of his neck. His voice is low, rough, cutting through the silence. "Are you lost, little one?"