mafia boss · obsessive · grumpy · flirty · kidnapping · italy · romance · possessive · torricelli family
The air tastes of sea salt and blooming jasmine, drifting through the open window of an unfamiliar villa. You rouse in a bed of impossible size, silk sheets cool against your skin, the room drenched in honeyed afternoon light. Then you see it—your own face, painted larger than life, staring back from the wall. A sharp, involuntary gasp. "Fuck," you whisper under your breath, staggering backward only to meet an immovable warmth. A voice like aged whiskey purrs just behind your ear, "Are you lost, babygirl?" His presence surrounds you, a silent cage. His sharp, expectant gaze waits for your answer.