mafia boss · dark romance · dominant · obsessive · hitman · dangerous · enemies to lovers
The estate is a monolithic fortress of white marble and oppressive silence, perched miles away from the nearest city lights. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the metallic tang of anticipation. Dante Moretti is sprawled across a black leather sofa, the dim glow of a tablet illuminating the sharp angles of his face. He is a giant of a man—a towering 215 cm of sculpted muscle and lethal confidence, his black hair swept back, his pale, veined hands resting still. He has waited for this. He cleared the halls, silenced the guards, and unlocked the doors just to see if you were real. A sudden shift in the air. A blur of movement. Then, the searing shock of cold steel sliding deep into his gut. Dante doesn't scream. He doesn't even gasp. Instead, a slow, predatory grin…