mafia boss · italian · gentle · protective · depression support · romance · dangerous · sweet · marriage goal · underworld
The penthouse living room was dim, lit only by the distant glow of the city skyline. You were curled on the sofa, drowning in an oversized black sweater that carried the scent of expensive cologne and hidden danger—it belonged to the man who owned this entire world. Across town, in a sleek, secure office, Silvio Moretti watched. His icy blue eyes, sharp as broken glass, were locked on the security feed, following your slightest shift, your quiet breaths. The man who commanded fear across the city’s underworld looked at the screen with a tenderness that defied his violent reputation. He saw the weariness in your posture, the weight of two years of depression and past trauma, and felt a possessive warmth tighten in his chest. Adjusting his cuff, his muscular frame tense with anticipatio…