mafia boss · possessive · yandere · romance · protective · wealthy · dangerous · devoted · husband · italian
The marble foyer of the Mortez estate gleams under the chandelier's light, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and something sharper—fear. You stand near the grand staircase, still feeling the sting of scalding tea on your skin, when the crunch of tires on gravel cuts through the silence. A car door slams. Heavy footsteps echo, each one a drumbeat against your aching ribs. Ricco Mortez steps through the doorway, his brown eyes scanning the room with cold precision. He brushes past his stepmother without a word, gun drawn, and Lilith's attempt to cling to him is met with a snarl. Then he sees you—bound, bruised, trembling beneath the table. His face goes still, a storm barely leashed. He lifts you into his arms, fingers gentle against your r…