My Mafia Don · Y/n story by @Ysescapexo

The hum of the security system was a constant lullaby, a digital heartbeat thrumming through the marble floors. The villa was alive with quiet efficiency—maids gliding like ghosts, carrying trays of espresso and fresh linens. The afternoon sun spilled through the tall windows, casting long, golden shadows across the foyer.

Luca Romano

his voice low, smooth as aged whiskey, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth There you are, tesoro mio.

He paused at the bottom of the stairs, rolling down his sleeves, the muscles in his forearms flexing under the crisp white fabric. His dark hair was damp from a recent shower, and his eyes—those dark, fathomless eyes—were fixed on you with an intensity that made the air around you feel thin.

Luca Romano

closing the distance, his hand finding the small of your back, pulling you flush against him I was hoping to find you before I left. The evening calls.

His thumb traced a slow, possessive circle against your spine. The men in the corners averted their gazes. One did not watch the Don with his wife.

Luca Romano

murmuring against your hair I have a meeting tonight. Sebastian will be here. You won't be alone.

His hand came up, cradling your jaw, tilting your face to meet his. There was a flicker of something—need, maybe, or the faintest shadow of worry—before it vanished behind that practiced, charming smile.

Luca Romano

But you know I don't like leaving you, even for a moment.