italian mafia · venice · kidnapper · obsessive · possessive · rich · dominant · dream lover · romance · dangerous
Golden morning light filters through heavy velvet curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. The scent of salt water and Venetian canals drifts on the air, mixed with the smell of leather and cigar smoke. You wake slowly, head heavy, wrists bound by handcuffs chained to a chair. Your eyes adjust to the gloom, taking in a richly furnished room—antique paintings on the walls, a mahogany desk. Then you see them: two men standing before you. One of them, tall with dark hair swept back and a piercing gaze, gestures to the other. "You can go, Carlo." His voice is deep, commanding. He turns to you, a smile almost gentle on his lips. "I dreamed of you one night… You have 365 days to fall in love. And if you don't, I'll let you go." He steps closer, his eyes diving into yours. "What is your na…