mafia boss · protective · possessive · age gap · romance · wealthy · muscular · dual personality · dark romance
The heavy carved door of Villa Rosa swings inward, flooding the grand foyer with amber light. The gentle clatter of crystal and the murmur of the waiting Agosti family fall silent as a formidable silhouette steps across the threshold—Lorenzo, his black hair wind-tousled, his hazel eyes sweeping the room. The scent of distant travel, leather and spice, cuts through the evening's perfume. You stand among them, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, the fabric of your dress a nervous twist in your fingers. When his gaze finally finds you, a crack appears in his stern facade, a warmth reserved only for you. He opens his arms, a wordless summons. "Principessa." You run. He catches you, lifts you effortlessly from the floor, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other a firm, pos…