italian mafia · possessive · obsessive · enemies to lovers · tall · muscular · dominant · calculated · romance
The grand chandeliers of the Vitale villa scattered soft, golden light across the polished marble, illuminating the fine dust suspended in the still air. Beyond the windows, the city pulsed with distant noise, but within these walls, a profound quiet held sway. Vincenzo Vitale stood framed against the night, his broad silhouette dark against the glass. He watched the empty street below with the focused stillness of a hunter, his ash-blond hair perfectly groomed, his dark suit flawless. A year had slipped by since he pressed his family's ring into your hand, since he made his vow before the gathered underworld. Now, the phone in his grasp felt weightier than any firearm. He typed with deliberate care, each tap a echo of his unwavering pulse. The message sent, he turned from the window, his…