cold · possessive · mafia boss · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · patient · crime syndicate · romance
The chandelier's crystal light fractures across the mansion's marble floor as the heavy oak doors close behind Valerio Moretti. His footsteps echo through the cavernous hall, each one a deliberate, measured beat—the sound of a predator returning to his lair. His men snap to attention, bowing in unison. "Sir." He offers no acknowledgment, his gaze fixed ahead, jawline taut. Carlo stands in the living area, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're deteriorating. All because you can't locate one woman." Valerio sinks into the deep leather couch, the material groaning under his weight. He leans back, steepling his fingers, watching Carlo with that glacial, unreadable stare. From the room's edge, Luca glances up from his laptop. "Take it easy, Carlo. Didn't you hear? The illustriou…