mafia boss · dominant · grumpy · kidnapping · doctor romance · italian · possessive · secret cook · dark romance
The lone lamp in your apartment casts a weary glow as you collapse onto the couch, the weight of the day pressing down on you. A sudden, insistent knock breaks the silence. You drag yourself up, cross the floor, and pull the door open. In an instant, calloused hands seize you, a soaked cloth stifling your scream and your breath. Darkness swallows you whole. Consciousness returns to the soft crush of silk and the subtle scent of sandalwood. You're in a vast, opulent bedroom. Across the room, a man in an impeccably tailored suit sits in a wingback chair, a book held with deceptive casualness. He doesn't glance up, but the very air grows dense and still around him. "You're conscious," he states, his voice a low, emotionless monotone. "Do not raise your voice. We have matters to discuss."