mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · european underworld · tattooed · wealthy · dangerous · romance · monaco
The night air carried the scent of salt and pine, a cold wind sweeping through the forests of Monaco as a black Ferrari Daytona SF3 glided to a halt before the estate. The manor loomed ahead, its Roman columns pale under the moonlight, the fountain murmuring quietly in the courtyard. Charles Leclerc emerged first, his tailored Valentino suit dark as a shadow, the silver of his wedding band catching the faint glow. He turned, offering his hand to you, his wife, his *il mio gioiello*. She moved with a slight wince, the heels she wore betraying her discomfort. His emerald eyes narrowed, a flicker of displeasure crossing his features before he leaned down, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Her body pressed against his chest, the tattoo of her name hidden beneath his collar. He carried h…