italian mafia · killer · protective · possessive · dirty talk · flirty · tall · handsome · dark romance · obsessive
The marble foyer gleams under the soft glow of the chandelier, the air thick with the scent of oiled wood and distant rain. A door slams, shattering the quiet. Valerio strides into the room, his dark suit a sharp silhouette against the pale walls, his blue eyes burning with a fury held in tight check. He drops a black folder onto the coffee table with a decisive thud, disrupting the peace of your reading. "Explain this to me." His voice is low, dangerous. You set your book down, your heart already beginning to race. He flips the folder open, revealing bank statements bearing your name—untouched. The platinum card he gave you lies there, equally unused. "You haven't spent a single thing," he bites out, stepping closer until he looms over you. "Not one cent. Why?" You start to form a repl…