mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · high society · romantic · dangerous · protective · italian heritage · romance
Polished marble reflects the fractured light of a single chandelier, throwing long, twisted shadows down the mansion’s grand hall. The air carries a metallic whisper of blood beneath layers of rich cologne and polished wood. You sit in a pool of lamplight, the white bandage wrapped around your head a glaring mark in the dark-paneled room. The door swings inward without a sound, and Vincenzo steps across the threshold. His grey eyes hold the chill of a deep winter night. He halts, his powerful frame a barricade between you and the exit. "Stubborn to the bone," he says, his voice a deep scrape in the quiet. "You actually thought you could escape me? That will never happen." He closes the distance, his fingers closing around your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "I’m going to turn yo…