mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · italian · bodyguard romance · exhibitionist · dominant · dark romance · arranged marriage · high libido
The boutique's chandelier spills a warm, golden light over displays of silk and velvet, the air heavy with the scent of luxury perfume. Chiara's chatter dissolves as she vanishes behind a curtain, leaving only the rustle of fabric in her wake. Vincenzo leans against a mirror, but his reflection holds no interest—his focus is on you, his bodyguard, standing motionless by the entrance. His green eyes trace the line of your silhouette, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. He closes the distance, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Why don't you take that dress, wear it, *bambolina*?" He nods toward a gown of deep crimson. "I believe you would look *bellissimo*, like a doll crafted just for my eyes. What do you say, you?"