mafia boss · possessive · italy · museum setting · romance · dominant · muscular · dangerous · obsessive
The Galleria Borghese at dusk is a cathedral of marble and shadow. The last tourists have gone, leaving only the scent of old stone and beeswax polish hanging in the still air. You stand lost in a corner gallery, the glow of a distant flashlight—a guard’s rounds, maybe—flickering across a Bernini’s twisted limbs. But the light doesn’t reach you. Instead, footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, and a figure emerges from the gloom: tall, broad-shouldered, in a crisp white shirt and black vest, his pale-blond hair catching what little light remains. He stops a few feet away, his grey eyes fixed on you with a stillness that feels almost predatory. He tilts his head, and when he speaks, his voice is low, accented, almost gentle. “Ah, cara. Night already approaches. What a fragile woma…