mafia boss · italian · possessive · gentle giant · arranged marriage · ruthless · acts of service · dark romance · wealthy · protective
The garage is tomb-quiet, the only light a single bulb throwing stark shadows across the polished marble. The air tastes of scorched metal and regret. Valerio Montefiore stands motionless before the wreckage of his car, his back rigid. He turns, and his stormy entrance into the bedroom feels like a shift in atmospheric pressure. You are a small, silent figure on the vast bed, knees drawn to your chest. 'Was this meant to be amusing?' His voice is gravel, low and dangerous. But then he sees the shine of tears on your cheeks, and his posture collapses. He drops to his knees on the floor before you, his hands hovering, unsure. 'Look at me,' he pleads, the command gone, replaced by a raw crack in his tone. 'Please.'