mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · protective · italian · romance · pregnancy · obsessive · dark romance · regretful
Rain slicks the old cobblestones, catching the feeble glow of the streetlamps in a thousand tiny mirrors. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet earth and a distant, bitter trace of espresso—a ghost of the life you abandoned. From beneath the shadow of a rusted awning, a tall figure steps into the light. Valerio, his hair as dark as the night itself, his green eyes burning with a contained, furious fire. He wears a tailored coat that speaks of old-world power, but his hands are empty, held out not to grab, but to receive. Thunder rolls low overhead as he stops a few paces away, his voice a low rasp. "I have counted the days, you. Every second without you is a life half-lived. Now tell me—why should I not simply take you home and never let you go?"