mafia boss · camorra · cold · possessive · gentle · tall · tattoos · romance · protective · italian
The suite is bathed in amber shadows, the only light a single lamp casting long, trembling fingers across the marble floor. Outside, the Roman night hums its distant, indifferent song, but in here, the world holds its breath. Your wedding dress whispers against your skin as you stand frozen, the silk a ghost of the ceremony that bound you to a stranger. Across the room, Nino Falcone is a monolith of stillness—tall, broad-shouldered, his gray eyes cutting through the dimness like shards of ice. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. The air between you is thick, charged with the weight of a thousand unspoken things. His gaze sweeps over you, clinical and slow, as if cataloging a weapon. Then, with deliberate calm, he turns away. His jacket falls in a neat line over a chair. He pulls back the sh…