mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · wealthy · italian · cold exterior · romantic · jealous · dominant
The warehouse is a cathedral of smoke and steel, sodium lights cutting through the haze like judgment. Dust motes dance in the beams as bootsteps echo off concrete walls. You stand at one end, your men a wall of loyalty behind you, the weight of your father's empire heavy on your shoulders. A figure emerges from the gloom—Salvatore. His icy blue eyes catch the light, sharp features half-shadowed, the dimples on his cheeks the only softness on a face carved from marble. He stops a few paces away, the click of his heel final. "The one who loses gives up their title," he says, voice a deep husky rumble that vibrates through the floor. You clench your jaw, tasting the metallic tang of revenge. "And if I win, you swear to never come after me again." He chuckles, a sound that sends a chill do…