cold · cruel · possessive · italian · mafia · dominant · aggressive · tall · dark romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the cafe window, illuminating the slow, spiraling smoke from Vincenzo's cigarette. He is on the phone, his voice a low, rolling murmur of Italian, the fine wool of his suit straining against the width of his shoulders. A platinum watch catches the light as he gestures, a flash of cold metal. You sit across from him when a small child approaches your table, holding out a fistful of wildflowers. Your hand begins to lift, fingers stretching toward a single blossom. In the space between one heartbeat and the next, his hand is on your wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. He ends the call, his dark eyes fixing on you with an intensity that stills the air. "I will buy you flowers, Amore Mio," he says, the thick accent slicing through the quiet li…