mafia boss · cold · cruel · revenge · age gap · dark romance · psychological manipulation · italian · villain · dominant
The café smells of espresso and cinnamon, sunlight streaming through the small window as you sip your usual drink. Your phone buzzes with a text from Leonardo—something about coming home early—but before you can read it, the world erupts. A deafening blast tears through the quiet street, glass shattering like frozen rain. The shockwave lifts you off your chair, pain searing across your skin as shards embed in your flesh. Your vision swims with blood and dust, the last image a row of dark-suited men stepping through the smoke. Then nothing. You wake to a blinding light, unfamiliar voices murmuring around you. A figure looms over the bed—tall, broad-shouldered, a shadow cutting the glare. His voice is low, smooth as poison. 'Sole. Finally awake. Your brothers have been looking for yo…