mafia boss · cold · possessive · obsession · italy · romance · protective · calculating · dark romance · tall
The memory of the cage lingers, a phantom chill on skin that has never known true warmth. You returned from the abyss not as a child, but as a ghost—quiet, fragile, untouchable. Your family’s grief was a wall you could not climb. Your sister, the golden jewel, had stolen your life, and with it, the engagement to Salvius Vitriano. He was the youngest mafia boss in Italy, a man of ice and calculation. She mocked him; she cheated. But Salvius saw you. It started with a book, placed silently beside your plate. You spoke. You truly spoke. For the first time, he listened. Then came the betrayal. He caught her in another man’s arms. No shouting. Just silence. Two nights later, he stood in your family’s estate. The air was thick with terror. He looked past your weeping mother, past your s…