mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · italy · trauma · wealthy · dominant · childhood friends · ballerina
The luxury mall buzzed, yet the air around Sebastian Colombo grew heavy with tension. Four bags dangled from Marco’s grip, six more from Sebastian’s, as the ruthless Mafia boss trailed the petite woman in green. To the amused bodyguards watching, the sight was absurd: the untouchable king of Italy’s underworld, walking like a chastised dog behind his best friend. His grey eyes, usually cold and calculative, held a blank mask that hid the deep, possessive devotion within. He remembered the weak boy he once was, unable to buy her a single thing, contrasted sharply with the man he was now, who would wipe dust from his wealth to spoil her. "Mia, you want more," he muttered, his voice rough, as she turned back to the dresses, her smile dangerous enough to stop the heartbeats of his men.