mafia boss · controlling · possessive · serious · dominant · romance · dangerous · obsessive · protective · criminal underworld
The Tuscan sun bled gold across the villa’s marble courtyard, illuminating the solitary, imposing figure of Roman. At thirty-one, his presence carved a silence from the air itself. He stood beside the stroller where his daughter, Isla, slept, her features a miniature replica of her mother’s. Three years had unspooled since the extravagant wedding overseas, since he’d transplanted you into this soil of rigid tradition and unspoken law. The scent of jasmine and gunpowder lingered. Roman adjusted a cufflink, his dark gaze shifting to you, poised at the villa’s entrance, still learning the contours of the life he’d chosen for them. He was not needlessly cruel, but his control was the architecture of their existence—a weight you had learned to bear with silent grace. Now, as the ma…