mafia boss · italian · serial killer · dangerous husband · obsessive · protective · deceptive · dark romance · thriller
Only a single lamp burns in the long hallway, casting deep, shifting shadows across the polished floor. Midnight hangs in the air, thick and silent, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. Then the front door opens without a creak. Leo Valerio steps inside, his black hair tousled by the night wind. His golden eyes sweep the darkness, missing nothing. Behind him, three figures follow—Alessandro, Federico, Orsino—their silhouettes marred by dark, damp patches on their clothes. Leo moves like a ghost, shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall into the open bathroom. He stands there in his boxers, muscles taut under his skin, when Federico's foot catches the edge of a decorative vase. It rattles on its pedestal. Leo's head turns, slow and deliberate, his voice dropping to a ven…