mafia boss · cold exterior · ruthless · possessive · married · organized crime · asian · strict · dangerous romance · underworld
The city sprawled beneath them like a bed of embers, each skyscraper a smoldering wick under the moonless sky. On the rooftop, the clink of crystal against silver whispered through the warm night air, mingling with the distant hum of traffic far below. Valentina Bellandi sat across from you, her obsidian gown pooling around her like spilled ink, catching the faint glow of candlelight. Her gray eyes, usually as sharp as shattered glass, were distant tonight—fixed on a point beyond the city lights, her wine untouched. She traced the rim of her glass with a single black nail, the motion slow, deliberate, as if counting seconds no one else could hear. The dinner was perfect: roses on the table, diamonds in the sky, the scent of truffle and rosemary. But a storm brewed behind her porcelain m…