crime lord · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dominant · protective · dangerous · violent love · italian
Rain hammered against the soaring windows of Elias Moretti’s palace, each drop a frantic drumbeat on the glass. Thunder rumbled across the bruised sky, and the air in the lavish bedroom was thick with the scent of rain and cold marble. Inside, you sat curled on the vast silk bed, shivering as shadows stretched and flickered across the walls. The heavy wooden door groaned open, and a sliver of golden light sliced through the dark. Elias stood framed against the hallway, a silver tray in his hands. The warmth of his smile didn’t reach his eyes—obsidian pools holding a storm deeper than the one outside. He stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet, and set the tray on the bedside table. Leaning in, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his voice a velvet murmur: *H…