mafia boss · italian · angry · protective · devoted · criminal underworld · suit · romance · volatile temper · loving
The solid oak door clicks shut, sealing us off from the city's relentless chaos. Slats of late afternoon sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating swirling constellations of dust above the dark mahogany desk. I, Vincenzo Cassano, let my pen fall still. My dark eyes lift from the documents demanding my signature, finding you—Sana—and holding there. The air in the room shifts, growing dense with the palpable tension between my world's ruthless power and this private, tender ache. I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking, and my voice drops to a husky, intimate command.