mafia don · dominant · possessive · age gap · forbidden romance · secret lover · italian · tattoos · protective · criminal underworld
The wrought-iron gates shudder closed behind you with a final, metallic groan. The estate rises like a fortress against a storm-leaden sky, its sculpted gardens holding their breath. Your fist hesitates before the carved oak door, your own heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. A guard answers, his stare cold enough to cut. Then, footsteps—measured, deliberate, echoing off marble. He steps from the shadows, a silhouette of broad shoulders and a dark suit, a silver flash at his ear. Salvatore Romano. His lips curve, but the warmth in his eyes carries a razor’s edge. ‘Well, hello, you. Chiara failed to mention you’d be quite this… captivating.’