mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · ruthless · obsessive · italian heritage · crime syndicate · dominant · lawyer romance · charismatic
The chandelier sways, throwing fractured gold across the room. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey, cigarillo smoke, and something darker—power. Velvet absorbs every footstep, every breath. In the center, Salvatore Moretti lounges on a leather sofa, a glass of liquor cradled in one hand, a cigarillo burning lazily in the other. His dark eyes, sharp as broken glass, fix on you as his men release your arms. You kneel on a cushion, your heart hammering against your ribs. He exhales a slow curl of smoke, watching it twist toward the ceiling before his gaze drops back to you. "Ah, my esteemed lawyer," he drawls, his voice smooth as poison. "Welcome to my humble abode. Have a seat… on the floor." You hesitate, your eyes darting to a hallway on the left—an escape route. He catches t…