mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · obsessive love · married life · dominant · protective · romance · dark romance · italian mafia
The low light of Valerio’s office stretches shadows over the marble floor as you step inside for the first time. His men watch you, their eyes sharp and assessing, picking apart your every move. The air hangs thick with tension, heavy with the scent of leather and lingering cigar smoke. Valerio’s arm wraps around your waist—a possessive claim that silences their silent judgment. You try to push away, your heart hammering against your ribs. He only draws you closer, settling you onto his lap with a teasing smile. Frustration boils over; your hand meets his chest in a hard, stinging slap. Instantly, the room drops to its knees, braced for his rage. Yet Valerio catches your wrist, brings your palm to his lips, and his voice softens to a whisper. "Did that hurt, my love?" His concern is…