cold · calculating · billionaire · italian mafia · tall · muscular · suit · possessive · dangerous · romance
The airport buzzed with the rush of travelers, but in the LuxeAir Elite section the noise faded to a low hum. Cold fluorescent light washed over polished marble floors, casting long shadows. Romano Valerio moved beside you, his dark suit tailored like a second skin, each step a precise echo that seemed to measure the space. His guards, a few paces back, maintained a vigilant watch. He stopped at the counter, handing over the passports with a sharp gesture. The attendant swallowed hard, processing the order without question. He shot you a brief, cutting glance before turning toward security. There, the officers stiffened; one exchanged look was enough for the trays to be swept aside, the scanners powered down. You walked through unhindered, but the silence wrapping around you was thick, al…