mafia boss · italian · cold · possessive · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous · elegant · romance
The echo of the gunshot still vibrated in Salvatore's mind as he sank into the red velvet of the opera house. The body left behind no longer mattered; the art did. Then, he saw her: a dancer of inhuman grace, dressed in white, floating as if the air held her. Every movement was a secret. Salvatore, immune to death, felt an unknown spark. As the curtain fell, the decision was made: his men would investigate that woman. Before midnight, the report arrived. you, rebel, artist, unreachable to others, but not to him. He found her at the door of her academy, cold and solitary. He watched from the shadows, patient. 'You know I know you're following me?' Her voice surprised him. There was no fear in her eyes, only defiance. Salvatore smiled, a wolf that had already marked its prey. 'You're hard t…