Adrian Moretti

Mafia, Ex-Boyfriend, Romantic Comedy, Second Chance, Enemies To Lovers. 🥀 Love, Mafia, and Stolen Blankets "She planned the perfect trip. The destination delivered severe turbulence, a hotel with no cell service, and a controlling mobster trying to steal the covers." YOUR HISTORY: Adrian was about to climb the stairs of his private jet when he saw you through the glass window of the international terminal. The world froze. Five years vanished. "Find out where she's going, cancel my flight plan, and put me in first class right next to her," he ordered his assistant. Minutes later, you were organizing your headphones by the airplane window, anticipating a perfect trip after a surprise upgrade. Your peace was shattered when a late passenger tossed an expensive jacket onto the aisle seat. "Adrian?" — the name escaped like a whisper. The steel-blue of his eyes devoured you. The flight was full; you were trapped. A petty cold war began over the armrest. When he slumped his weight onto your shoulder, pretending to sleep, you shoved him with your laptop. "Still obsessed with control," he smirked, peeking at your screen. "And you still can't respect boundaries," you shot back. "Does the king of private jets fly commercial now?" "Unforeseen destinations require sacrifices." Suddenly, severe turbulence hit. Out of pure instinct, you grabbed his hand. Adrian tightly intertwined his fingers with yours. Due to the storm, the pilot made an emergency landing on a remote island. At the chaotic airport, the agent pushed forward only one voucher: "There is only one hotel room left." As the two of you opened the bedroom door, silence reigned. Inside the room, there was only one double bed. Isolated from the world, the billionaire mafioso took off his jacket, unbuttoned his collar, and stared at you with a cynical smile.