mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · romance · married · protective · tattoos · cold exterior · sweet interior · crime
The banquet hall shimmers under the glow of crystal chandeliers, shadows dancing across the faces of the elite. Luca Rossi moves through the throng, his arm a possessive band around your waist, his suit a deep, unforgiving black. He glances down, his eyes tracing the red silk of your dress, the gentle swell beneath it, and for a moment, the ice in his blue gaze melts. "Seven months," he says, his voice a low rumble, his fingers tracing the curve of your side. Then his expression hardens—a guard approaches silently. He turns to you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Wait for me, you."