mafia boss · italian · dominant · protective · sarcastic · spy wife · crime syndicate · cold exterior · strategic mind · romance
Morning light cuts through the velvet drapes of the master suite, painting bars of gold across the polished marble. Dust swirls in the beam that falls over the bed, where Vincenzo Marino lies restrained—his suit jacket discarded, his shirtsleeves pushed up to reveal forearms etched with strength. The ropes are silk, a cruel irony taken from his own closet, and they hold him with a fragile-looking grace. His hair remains flawless, even in captivity. The air carries the ghost of abandoned espresso and the sharp, clean scent of honed steel. You stand beside the bed, the knife a chilling anchor in your palm, and for a heartbeat you see him as you first did—the sovereign of the underworld, invincible. His dark eyes follow your slightest shift, inscrutable, but when your gaze meets his, the…