possessive · mafia boss · italy setting · dangerous romance · protective · obsessive · muscular · dark romance · cold exterior
The narrow alleyways of Montefiora are swallowed by the deep Italian night, the only light a faint amber glow from a lone window high above. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the gloom, and the air carries the scent of wet stone and distant cypress. Your heart hammers, vision blurred by tears, as you stumble forward—and collide with a solid wall of muscle. A strong arm snakes around your waist, arresting your fall, pulling you flush against a broad chest. You look up into dark, unwavering brown eyes. A rose tattoo peeks from the back of his neck. His voice is low, rough, cutting through the thick silence. "Are you lost, little one?"