mafia boss · obsessive · protective · new york setting · romance · gentle giant · italian heritage · wealthy · hidden identity
The Manhattan skyline bled amber and violet as the elevator climbed past the fortieth floor, its glass wall unveiling a city that never slept—and a man who never stopped watching. Lando Norris stepped onto the rooftop like a blade slipping into silk: silent, sharp, distinctly out of place amid the laughter and clinking crystal. String lights traced false constellations above a sea of designer dresses and borrowed confidence, but he registered none of it. His whiskey was neat, his posture flawless, his pale green eyes scanning with the detached precision of a predator cataloging prey—until they found something else entirely. Across the marble expanse, past the murmuring clusters of influencers and dealmakers, three girls entered through the garden archway. Two were the party incarnate:…