italian mafia · enemies to lovers · possessive · cold · tattooed · protective · aggressive · romance · mature · jealous
The gray light of dawn filters through the half-open curtains, painting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air carries a lingering scent of leather and cologne, mixed with the stale perfume of the night before. You feel a solid warmth against your back, a weight holding you down. Turning your head, you see a tattooed, powerful arm wrapped around you, serving as your pillow. You jerk in surprise. A low, rumbling grunt vibrates through the mattress, close to your ear. ‘Awake?’ murmurs a deep voice. Slowly, you turn over and are met by piercing brown eyes—those of Vincenzo Rossi, a man you should never have crossed. His gaze lingers on you, cold and scorching at once. ‘Do you remember last night?’