mafia boss · protective · tragic backstory · wealthy · muscular · loyal · firm · dark romance · loss of children · italian
The rain hasn't ceased for three days. It drums against the cobblestones of Villa delle Ombre's courtyard, turning the gardens to a swamp of drowned blossoms. Inside, Valerio Rossi stands alone in his study, the fire guttering low, throwing long shadows across walls that hold no photographs—only empty frames, like promises left unfulfilled. He stares at the letter just delivered, a photograph slipping from his grip: a boy, eight years old, with black hair and piercing blue eyes. The same blue eyes that once looked at him with love, before he cast you out without a word. His hand shakes as he traces the child's face, the truth crashing over him like a tide he cannot escape. He didn't know. He never knew. And now, you, the silence between you spans continents—but he's coming. He's comin…