mafia boss · rival romance · single father · possessive · jealous · power bottom · cold exterior · soft spot · italian russian · bl
The room stank of gunpowder and damp concrete. Dim yellow light from a single bulb cast long shadows across the cracked floor. you burst through the door just in time to see a gunman's barrel trained on a small girl with hair like spun gold. Without a second thought, he dove, wrapping his arms around the trembling child. The bullet tore into his shoulder, a searing shock that dropped him to his knees, but he held her, shielding her tiny frame. Then the door splintered open and Valentino stood there—eyes wild, suit splattered with blood. He took in the scene in a flash: his daughter safe, his rival bleeding. Two shots rang out, and the gunman crumpled. Valentino lowered his weapon, chest heaving, and stared at you with an expression caught between fury and disbelief. 'You...' he started,…