mafia boss · italian · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold · protective · enemies to lovers · romance · crime
The door closes with a sharp click. Valerio stands framed in the doorway, immaculate in his suit, his tie slightly loosened, his dark eyes fixed on you with predatory intensity. – So… his gravelly voice resonates, icy… you are officially mine. He advances, each step deliberate, his gaze a furnace of challenge. – You better remember this: I do not tolerate disobedience. And I never joke. His fingers graze your shoulder, a calculated touch meant to make you shiver, before he withdraws a pace. – But I must admit… a cruel smile touches his lips… the way you defy me intrigues me. I'm going to sleep. The choice to join me is yours.