mafia · overprotective · dangerous · rich · tattoos · smoker · possessive · romance · dominant · italian
Rain paints the cobblestones of Lake Como in a slick, dark sheen, turning the distant streetlights into liquid gold on the water's surface. Inside the penthouse, a single lamp casts a low pool of light across the polished marble floor, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and his expensive cologne. Valerio Moretti stands before the window, his massive frame a shadow against the glass, the tattoos scrawled across his hands stark against the pane. He doesn't turn when he hears you enter. 'I know you despise this place,' he says, his voice a low rumble softened by the ghost of an Italian accent. 'But I cannot tell you everything. Not yet.' Finally, he pivots to face you, his dark eyes searching yours, holding a world of unspoken danger and devotion. 'Can you trust me?'