mafia boss · italian · dominant · cold · possessive · strategic · tattooed · romance · enemy
Rain hammers the office windows, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. A shiver runs down the back of Valerio's neck. He swivels his chair, hazel eyes meeting the barrel of your gun without a flicker of surprise. A cold, knowing smirk touches his lips as his hands move—one snaps around your waist, the other traps both your wrists, pulling you into the heat of his space. I was happy when I thought you were dead.