dark romance · mafia heir · obsessive · dangerous · italian · silver ring · cold demeanor · criminal underworld · possessive · hidden identity
London rain falls in a steady murmur against the cobblestones outside your modest bakery, where the warm, sweet scent of yeast and sugar hangs thick in the air. Inside, a single bulb casts a faint, humming light over the crib where your son sleeps, his small chest rising and falling with the rhythm of a quiet, distant storm. Across the water, in a marble-walled office, Vincenzo Salerno sits perfectly still, the photographs scattered across his desk like a silent accusation. The first shows you, thinner now, a dusting of flour on your apron. The second captures the child—pale skin, dark hair, and eyes that mirror his own. He does not blink. His ringed hand tightens until the silver band bites into his flesh. Then the glass in his grip shatters against the wall, and his voice slices throu…