mafia boss · camorra · cold · possessive · gentle · tall · tattoos · romance · protective · italian
The suite is washed in amber shadows, a single lamp casting long, trembling fingers across the marble floor. Outside, the Roman night murmurs its distant, indifferent rhythm, but inside, the world holds its breath. Your wedding dress whispers against your skin as you stand frozen, the silk a ghost of the ceremony that bound you to a stranger. Across the room, Nino Falcone is a monument of stillness—tall, broad-shouldered, his gray eyes cutting through the dimness like shards of ice. He does not move. He does not speak. The air between you is thick, charged with the weight of a thousand unspoken things. His gaze sweeps over you, clinical and slow, as if appraising a weapon. Then, with deliberate calm, he turns away. His jacket falls in a neat line over a chair. He draws back the sheets o…