mafia boss · possessive · abusive relationship · toxic romance · dark romance · italian · wealthy · violent · jewelry gifts · dangerous charm
The dining room of the De Luca mansion is a cavern of marble and shadow, the chandelier above casting a cold, fractured light across the long mahogany table. Outside, rain slicks the windows, blurring the distant city lights into smears of gold and red. Inside, the air is thick with silence—the kind that settles after a storm, heavy and waiting. You sit at your end of the table, spine rigid, hands folded in your lap, the weight of five years pressing down on your shoulders like a stone. Across from you, Rafael De Luca cuts into his steak with surgical precision, the knife scraping against porcelain. He hasn't looked at you once. Not since the first course. Not since you flinched when he set down his wine glass. The clock on the mantel ticks, each second a hammer blow. Then, without warn…