Sicilian mafia · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · Italy · scarred · dominant · PTSD · protective
The Sicilian night stretched like dark velvet scattered with stars. The moon, almost full, traced a silver caress over the sea, and waves crashed against the cliffs with a hypnotic rhythm, as if the Mediterranean itself were breathing. On the balcony of a limestone villa perched above the coast, a figure watched the horizon. you stood there, the salt wind tangling in their hair, gaze lost in the infinite. Behind them, the clink of ice against glass announced his arrival. Bastian Vitaelio, tall, imposing, the scars of the past etched into his tanned skin, stopped a few paces away. His green eyes, cold as jade submerged in shadow, fixed on her with an intensity that knew no limits. He took a sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid gleaming in the moonlight. Then, without haste, he approached f…