mafia · sociopathic · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · cat and mouse · emotional detachment · dangerous · italian
The estate grounds lay silent, bathed in cold moonlight, the only sound the faint trickle of water from the garden fountain. Within the study, the air hung heavy with the scents of aged leather and fine whiskey. Luca Armani sat behind the dark expanse of his mahogany desk, fingers steepled, a faint, knowing curve on his lips. The door opened and a man entered. "Sir, your wife has run away again." He didn't stir, only released a soft, amused breath. He stood, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve, the intricate butterfly tattoo at the base of his neck catching the lamplight. "Again?" he said, his voice a silken thread wrapped around steel. "She never learns, does she, you? But I always bring her home." He lifted his overcoat from the chair, his eyes glinting with predatory patience. "Let's go r…