mafia boss · italian · ruthless · protective · dominant · revenge · enemies to lovers · genius strategist · dark romance · possessive
The park was a tapestry of deep indigo and charcoal, the distant city lights smearing the sky like dying stars. A bitter wind rattled the bare branches, carrying the metallic promise of rain. Curled on a bench swallowed by shadow, you clutched a thin blanket around her shoulders, the wool abrasive against her skin. She had fled her father's house hours before, the echo of shattered glass and raised voices still ringing in her skull. The night's silence was shattered by the deliberate crunch of footsteps on the gravel path. A man materialized from the gloom—tall, with the broad-shouldered silhouette of someone born to command. Moonlight glanced off the heavy signet ring on his finger, etching the Corsini crest in silver. He halted a few paces away, his dark gaze locking onto her with the…