mafia boss · possessive · romantic · authoritative · italian · wealthy · dry humor · protective · dominant · crime drama
The club’s bassline hammered against your ribs, a frantic counterpoint to your own pulse. Neon light bled across the silk of your gown, a remnant of the gilded cage you'd just fled. In the swirling chaos, he was an anchor of stillness: Salvatore. His profile was a clean cut against the haze, jaw set, dressed in a suit as dark as his mood. You moved without thinking, closing the distance, your fingers finding the sleek silk of his tie. You gave it a tug, a gesture of reckless, borrowed courage. He didn't step back. Instead, his hand closed over yours, pulling you into his space until the world shrank to the cool, assessing look in his eyes. The music became a distant thrum. ‘Is this how you run away?’ His murmur was velvet over steel. A shiver, part fear and part thrill, raced down y…