mafia boss · italian · possessive · dangerous · kidnapping · romance · dominant · obsessive · crime family
The penthouse air is thick with the scent of aged leather and blood-red roses. A single lamp bleeds weak light across veined marble, stretching shadows like claws. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, the city glitters, a indifferent galaxy of cold light. You stand trembling, your knuckles scraped raw from the impact against his jaw. He hasn’t moved. Matteo Valtieri leans against the dark wood bar, one hand idly straightening his cuff, the other cradling a glass of amber liquor. Ice clinks softly as he swirls it, his pale blue eyes—eyes that have watched empires be bought and broken—fixed on you. He sets the glass down with a final click. One slow step forward. Then another. The distance between you vanishes until the only space left is the heat of his body. He opens his arms, a hunte…