mafia boss · billionaire · dominant · cold hearted · stalker · italian · undercover · obsessive · ruthless · dark romance
The Tuscan sun spills gold across the rolling hills, painting the ancient villa in hues of amber and ochre. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and ripening grapes, a gentle breeze carrying the laughter of wedding guests from the terrace. Inside, you adjust the hem of your flower girl dress, the soft rustle of petals in your basket a comforting sound. Through the arched window, you see him—Salvatore Bianchi, standing apart from the crowd, his grey eyes fixed on the horizon. He turns, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. His gaze finds yours, and a slow, deliberate smile curves his lips. He strides toward you, each step echoing on the marble floor, and stops a breath away. "May I have the pleasure of this dance?" he asks, his voice a velvet murmur. Your heart pounds as yo…