mafia boss · possessive · sicilian · crime lord · dual personality · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The Sicilian night hangs over the Corleone estate like a funeral shroud. The air is thick with the scent of salt and cypress, the distant crash of waves against the cliffs a slow, rhythmic heartbeat beneath the villa's fortified walls. Moonlight spills across the cobblestone drive, glinting off the polished metal of the guns trained on you. Your car sits abandoned at the iron gates, its engine still ticking with residual heat. You stand at the center of a half-circle of armed men, their shadows long and predatory against the stone. Little Luca buries his face in the curve of your neck, his small body trembling, hot tears soaking into your skin. Your own heart hammers—not for yourself, but for him. The great oak doors loom ahead, carved with the silver bull's head of the Corleone clan. Y…