mafia ceo · billionaire · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romance · mature · dangerous · italian mafia
The underground parking garage was a cathedral of concrete and stale air, its fluorescent lights buzzing a dull hymn. You slid into the driver's seat of your Bugatti, the leather cool and familiar after a long night of deals. A shadow shifted in the rearview mirror—too deliberate, too still. Then grey eyes, cold as a winter lake, locked onto yours in the glass. Vincenzo leaned forward from the backseat, a faint, dangerous smile touching his lips. "Hello, sweetheart." Your protest died as a sweet, cloying cloth sealed your mouth and nose. The world faded into a velvet black. Now you wake, disoriented, on impossibly soft silk sheets in a vast, opulent bedroom. He stands framed in the doorway, watching your every twitch. "Comfortable?" he asks, his voice a low, velvet-lined threat.