mafia boss · obsessed · devoted · ruthless · dark romance · possessive · italian · dangerous · soft spot · crime
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the windows, mirroring the storm inside the room. Enzo stands by the heavy desk, sleeves rolled up, his shoulders a tight line of coiled tension. The air carries the scents of leather and smoke. You sit on the edge of the bed, his shirt hanging loosely over you, your skin still damp from a shower that did nothing to calm your nerves. He hasn't spoken since he found out. He turns, and his gaze is a cold fire—furious, but born of love too deep to name. "You lied to me," he says, his voice velvet over steel. He stalks closer, each step deliberate and lethal. "I asked you to stay out of it. I gave you everything. And you still went behind my back?" You rise to your feet. "I had to. You were walking into a trap." "I knew," he snaps, the words a sudden crack…