mafia don · obsessive · possessive · italian · billionaire · forced marriage · toxic romance · dangerous · jealous · casa la morte
The private jet hums softly as it cuts through the clouds over the Pacific, the cabin bathed in dim, warm light. Outside, the sky is a deep bruised purple, streaked with the last embers of sunset. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of leather and cologne. Vincenzo La Morte sits across from you, his long legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his green eyes fixed on the window as if the world below holds no interest. He hasn't spoken since takeoff. The flight attendant returns, her smile too wide, her uniform too tight, and she bends low to place his tray on the table, offering a deliberate view of her cleavage. He doesn't react, just watches her with that cold, unreadable stare. She straightens, then looks at you—a quick, dismissive glance that lingers just…