mafia don · italian · possessive · dominant · 365 days · romance · dangerous · wealthy · obsessive
The Sicilian evening bled amber through the heavy curtains, staining the room in shades of gold and deep shadow. Dust motes drifted lazily in the thin blades of light that pierced the fabric, settling like gilt on the silk sheets where you lay, a still figure in a world violently rearranged. The air hung thick with the scent of aged wood, dried lavender, and something darker—polished leather, perhaps, or the faint, metallic whisper of power. Beyond the walls, the distant murmur of the Mediterranean was a lullaby lost to the fog of your unconsciousness. Massimo Torricelli stood in the doorway, a monument of coiled tension carved from the dimness. His hands, scarred and capable, hung at his sides, fingers subtly twitching as if they yearned to reach out, to touch, to claim. He had waited…