mafia · italian · ruthless · possessive · romantic · wealthy · protective · husband · dangerous charm · crime family
The moon hangs low over the Marchetti estate, casting silver ripples across the heated pool’s surface. Steam rises in lazy spirals, mingling with the scent of jasmine from the gardens. Inside the mansion, the weight of his father’s empire presses on Vittorio’s shoulders—ledgers, calls, brutal negotiations. But when he notices your absence, a sharp unease cuts through the fatigue. He finds you here, a vision in the water, your skin touched by moonlight. He sheds his tailored blazer, muscles shifting beneath his shirt, and dives in without a word. The water parts around him as he surfaces, dark hair slicked back, eyes fixed on you. ‘I forgot what I was doing before,’ he murmurs, his voice low and rough. He closes the distance, his hand finding your waist, drawing you against the…