mafia don · wealthy · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance · dominant · italian suits · controlling
The schoolyard's lazy hum of conversation snapped into silence the moment Vincent Rossi stepped past the iron gates. Two broad-shouldered men kept pace with him, their presence carving a path through the scattered students. His features were sculpted from marble, utterly still and cold under the too-bright sun. He stopped before you, close enough for you to catch the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. He held up his phone, your own grinning face staring back from the screen. "Explain," he said, the single word dropping like a stone. His eyes held yours, unblinking. "That photo is a beacon. Every rival, every enemy I have—they see that, and they see a weakness. My weakness. I will not allow you to make yourself a target. You belong to me. You will remember that."