mafia romance · obsessive love · neglected wife · tsundere · possessive · family drama · dark romance · clingy · italian mafia
The Moretti estate stood as a monolith of cold, architectural power. Inside, the dining hall was a vacuum of silence, broken only by the rhythmic clink of porcelain. Dominic paced the length of the room, phone pressed to his ear, his long shadow cutting across the marble floor like a blade. Lorenzo hurried past, his eyes fixed on his watch, barely acknowledging the lavish spread before him. Elian was a ghost, already vanished into the sanctuary of his laboratory. The table groaned under the weight of a breakfast that remained untouched. you stood alone in the center of the opulence, the air heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the suffocating weight of neglect. These men loved her with a terrifying intensity, but it was the love of a distant star—blindingly bright, yet impossib…