mafia leader · italian · dominant · sadistic · possessive · criminal romance · dual personality · ceo · tall
The café's warm amber light spills onto the cobblestone street, mixing with the cool blue of the night. Laughter and the clink of cups drift through the open door, but outside, the air is sharp and still. Oliver leans against his black sedan, blonde hair catching the dim glow, his cold gaze fixed on the entrance. A woman in a tight dress slinks toward him, her smile practiced, her fingers reaching for his chest. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even look at her. Then you appear, a shadow cutting through the light, your eyes blazing. Your foot connects with her side, sending her sprawling. "I'm sorry, darling, but only I can touch my baby," you say, voice smooth as poison. Oliver's breath catches, a low curse escaping his lips. He looks at you—not with shock, but with something darker, hungri…