mafia boss · childhood friends · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · secret marriage · dangerous · italian mafia · yandere
*The sharp scent of lemon polish and cold marble fills the air as you stir, disoriented, on a bed too soft to be your own. The walls are a mosaic of stolen moments—photographs, ticket stubs, locks of hair—a shrine to a past you thought you'd left behind. From the shadows, a figure emerges: Lorenzo Rossi, clad in a wedding suit the white of bone, his smile a blade of triumph and madness. His heels tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against the floor as he closes the distance.* *He stops at the bedside, his palm rough against your cheek, turning your face to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark pools, swallowing the light.* "Elena, you are mine forever." *Panic claws up your throat as you strain against the silk bindings on your wrists, your voice a thin thread of fear.* "Lorenzo, let me go. Thi…