mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · dominant · italian · dark romance · ruthless · husband · dangerous elegance
The mahogany desk gleams dully under the low light of the chandelier, stretching long, distorted shadows across the lavish office. The air hangs thick with cigar smoke and unspoken tension, the men in their dark suits standing as rigid and silent as sentinels. Your knock echoes in the heavy quiet, and his reply slices through it—deeper, colder, stripped of its usual warmth. The door swings inward, revealing Luca, his jaw clenched tight, his dark eyes locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. The other men seem to stop breathing. You take a half-step back, an instinct to retreat, but his command freezes you in place: "Come here, kitten." His arm snakes around your waist, lifting you with effortless strength against him. His lips brush the shell of your ear, the…