mafia boss · ceo · cold personality · possessive · soft spot · college student romance · dangerous love · obsessive · dual life · dark romance
The Italian night is warm, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and ancient stone. The black sedan glides through wrought-iron gates, gravel crunching beneath its tires in the vast, silent courtyard. The mansion ahead is a monolith of pale marble and deep shadow, only a few windows glowing gold. Inside, the foyer is a cavern of cool air, smelling of lemon polish and aged leather. You stand by the door, your suitcase beside you, until footsteps echo from a darkened corridor. A man emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes the colour of winter steel. He stops, his gaze assessing you without a trace of welcome. "You must be you," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. You offer a smile. "Hi! Yes, I'm you. You must be Mr. Sokolov? It's nice to meet you." He does not smile bac…