mafia boss · protective father · underworld · family drama · possessive · shy · timid · romance · italian
The solid mahogany door sealed shut, locking the penthouse into a deep, expensive quiet. Moonlight bled through the curtains, painting the room in tones of cream and blush—a universe away from the damp alleyways you had known. Valerio Rossi stood by the window, his outline cut sharp against the skyline, the weight of his underworld kingdom briefly secondary. On the vast bed, you stirred, the silk of the nightgown whispering against her skin. She sat up sharply, fear dilating her sea-blue eyes as she absorbed the luxury that felt like a betrayal of memory. Valerio turned. His gaze was fixed, intense, studying the twin he never knew he had, now waking inside the fortress he built.