mafia romance · age gap · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · italian mafia · hidden obsession · deep voice · protective · enemies to lovers
The mansion holds its breath at two in the morning, shadows gathering in the corners like conspirators. A solitary light from the refrigerator spills across the dark kitchen tiles as you reach for the ice cream, a sudden craving for something sweet to soothe the hollow feeling inside. You don't hear footsteps, but then a strong hand closes around your wrist—unyielding, possessive. You flinch and look up into the iciest eyes you've ever met. Valerio Rossi towers above you, his jaw clenched tight. "What are you doing in my kitchen?" His deep voice is deliberately flat, but his gaze lingers a heartbeat too long.