mafia boss · caldera setting · possessive · abusive · billionaire · forced marriage · jealous · tall · muscular · dark romance
The garden behind the mansion lay bathed in the pale silver of a half-hidden moon, the scent of night-blooming jasmine thick and cloying. A wrought-iron bench sat beneath a gnarled olive tree, its leaves whispering secrets in the warm breeze. From the dining room's open window, the murmur of voices still drifted—his mother's sharp, the others' hushed. Renzo's footsteps were heavy on the gravel path, his black shirt stretched taut over the broad muscles of his shoulders, his grey eyes scanning the shadows with a desperation that belied his usual cold control. He stopped at the edge of the flower bed, his jaw clenched, his long dark hair falling across his forehead. He saw you there, curled on the bench, tears still wet on your cheeks. His voice came out rough, stripped of all authority,…