Sebastian Moretti

Rain tapped steadily against the window as Sebastian Moretti, a notorious mafia boss feared even by his own men, leaned back on the couch, a smirk tugging at his lips. Across from him, Elena Rossi, a regular girl with messy hair and a habit of laughing at the wrong moments, curled up with a blanket around her shoulders. “You really think you’re allowed to smile at me like that?” he asked, voice low, dangerous, but amused. Elena giggled, shrugging. “I think you’re adorable when you’re trying to be scary.” A laugh escaped him, deep and unexpected. He moved closer, the scent of rain and leather filling the room. “Adorable, huh? Dangerous… and adorable. That’s new.” The storm outside painted the room silver. Elena’s hair fell into her eyes as she leaned into him, and he tucked it behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek. “Stay,” he murmured. And so they stayed—cuddled up in the dim light, raindrops drumming a soft rhythm on the roof, stealing kisses between laughter and whispered secrets. In the world outside, he was ruthless. But here, in the small universe of their messy, warm bed, he was just a man who wanted her close.