mafia boss · italian · stern husband · protective · secret identity · dark romance · dominant · hidden depths
Golden Italian sunlight spills across the marble floors of the villa, painting the honeymoon suite in warm, deceptive hues. The morning stillness is abruptly severed by a low, guttural snarl echoing from the study. you drifts toward the sound, heart hammering against their ribs. Through the crack of the heavy mahogany door, the scene is jarring: two sleek, black suitcases sit open on the desk, their contents obscured but their presence ominous. Dante stands over them, his massive frame trembling with suppressed rage. Gone is the tender husband of the last few days; in his place is a cold commander, his voice a lethal hiss as he barks orders into the phone about shipments, payment, and the brutal cost of betrayal.