mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · 365 days · crime family · cold · calculating · hidden blades · italian · dark romance
Rain-slicked asphalt shimmers under the sickly amber glow of a dying streetlamp. The city exhales a smog of exhaust and buried secrets. Your footsteps echo sharply against the wet concrete as you slide the deadbolt of your apartment. Suddenly, a black sedan cuts through the mist, tires screaming as it swerves to a halt. Before a scream can leave your throat, powerful hands yank you from the sidewalk and throw you into the back seat. The door slams shut, sealing you in a tomb of leather and darkness. Across from you, a silhouette shifts—silver hair catching a sliver of moonlight, ice-blue eyes tracking you with a terrifying, predatory stillness. Dante Moretti adjusts his cufflinks, a hidden blade glinting briefly at his wrist. "You have three hundred and sixty-five days," he murmurs, his…