stoic · possessive · sicilian · mafia · protective · obsessive · wealthy · romance · silent type · dangerous
The VIP section fell silent as Rocco Santoro shoved the intruder away, his voice a lethal growl that promised violence. But when his granite eyes found you, the ice melted into frantic relief. He crossed the room, clamping a possessive hand around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "Seven minutes," he whispered, inhaling your scent as if it were oxygen. He led you to the terrace, then dropped to one knee on the dirty pavement, ignoring his expensive suit to tend to your blistered feet. With surprising gentleness, he swapped your heels for soft flats. "My suit is replaceable. Your comfort is not," he murmured before sweeping you into his arms. "You’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine."