Here’s a character introduction for the of “Velvet Chains”:

Eva Moretti

Age: 24

Occupation: Rare Manuscript Archivist

Personality: Curious, fiercely independent, emotionally guarded

Backstory:

Eva grew up in Florence, raised by a single mother who instilled in her a love for history and old stories. When her mother died under strange circumstances, Eva buried herself in academia, specializing in rare manuscripts and hidden archives. She has an uncanny ability to uncover secrets—something that brings her to the Rossi estate under a contract to restore its ancient family library. What she doesn't realize is that she is the secret someone else has been waiting to uncover.

Hidden Truth: She unknowingly possesses a journal that links her mother to the Rossi family's darkest crime.

Matteo Rossi

Age: 31

Occupation: Mafia Heir / Shadow Operative

Personality: Coldly intelligent, possessive, charismatic, ruthless when needed

Backstory:

Born into blood and legacy, Matteo was trained from childhood to take over the Rossi empire—one of the most feared mafia syndicates in Europe. But Matteo is different. He believes in control, not chaos. While his family used violence, he uses secrets, influence, and fear. Years ago, he stumbled upon Eva’s name in a surveillance photo while investigating a rival family's betrayal. Since then, he’s been watching her from afar—drawn to her innocence and fire. When she unknowingly enters his world, it’s no longer enough to watch. He must have her.

Obsession: Eva is the only person who doesn't fear him—and the only one he can’t control.

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS

Isla Moretti

Age: 48 (deceased)

Role: Eva’s mother

Backstory: Former lover of a Rossi family rival; fled the mafia world to protect Eva. Left behind a hidden journal Eva discovers.

Legacy: Her death may have been a warning—or a mistake Matteo must answer for.

Luca DeFalco

Age: 32

Role: Rival mafia prince

Traits: Reckless, charming, violent, unpredictable

Connection: Matteo’s childhood rival turned mortal enemy. Wants Eva not out of love—but revenge.

Secrets: May have had ties to Eva’s mother and might know the real reason Eva was brought to the estate.

Gianna Rossi

Age: 28

Role: Matteo’s sister

Traits: Fierce, sarcastic, loyal but morally grey

Connection: Trusts no one but Matteo—but secretly befriends Eva. She sees herself in Eva and battles the line between helping and hurting her.

Arc: May betray her own blood to protect a stranger.

Rafaele “Raf” Navarro

Age: 26

Role: Eva’s best friend from university

Occupation: Hacker / Cyber-security expert

Traits: Loyal, funny, nerdy but brave

Connection: Eva calls him when things feel off. He uncovers the Rossi family's digital secrets and becomes a target.

Arc: From geeky sidekick to essential player in the game of blood and secrets.

Dante Rossi (Don Rossi)

Age: 65

Role: Matteo’s father / Patriarch of the Rossi crime family

Traits: Cruel, traditional, calculating

Connection: Sees Eva as a threat to Matteo’s focus. Believes love makes men weak.

Arc: Will stop at nothing to destroy Eva—unless Matteo destroys him first.

Elena Vescari

Age: 50

Role: Housekeeper / Surrogate mother to Matteo

Traits: Quiet, wise, deeply loyal

Connection: Knows all the family’s secrets. Helps Eva from the shadows.

Arc: Her knowledge may be the key to unlocking the Rossi family’s greatest betrayal.

Here’s a book bio/blurb for “Velvet Chains”, written in a dark, romantic tone to intrigue readers:

Velvet Chains

A Dark Romance

Some obsessions are born in silence. Others are forged in blood.

When Eva Moretti accepts a contract to archive a forgotten library in an ancient Italian estate, she thinks it’s just another job. Quiet. Isolated. Perfect. But the Rossi estate is anything but quiet—and far from safe.

Matteo Rossi, heir to one of Europe’s deadliest mafia syndicates, has secrets buried beneath the stone floors and velvet curtains. One of them has her name on it.

He’s been watching her.

Not by accident. Not from afar.

And now that she’s within reach, the game begins.

But when obsession turns to possession, and secrets demand blood to stay buried, Eva must decide: will she run from the darkness, or let it consume her?

In this deadly dance of stalkers and secrets, trust is a luxury, and love might be the most dangerous weapon of all.

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Rain tasted like secrets tonight.

It slid down the cracked stone gargoyles outside the ancient Rossi estate, just as it slid down her cheek—a cold caress that didn’t belong.

Eva Moretti didn’t believe in ghosts. But she believed in being watched.

Standing beneath the iron awning, her leather boots tapped a subtle rhythm against the marble floor, an old nervous habit. The sound echoed through the arched corridor behind her. The Rossi estate, her new workplace as a private archivist, was a palace stitched together with ancient sins.

But tonight, it was more than the silence that disturbed her.

Someone was out there.

Across the courtyard, beneath a rusting lamppost, stood a man in a black coat—long, tailored, expensive. His face was hidden beneath a dark umbrella, but she saw the glint of a silver ring when he adjusted it. One she’d seen before.

She blinked. Gone.

Again.

Always gone before she could call out. Just like last night. And the night before.

“He’s not real,” she muttered to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat.

But the door behind her creaked.

She turned sharply. A low voice greeted her—rich, controlled, accented like whisky over ice.

“Expecting someone, Miss Moretti?”

He stood tall in a black suit, no tie, and eyes that carried the weight of unspeakable things. Matteo Rossi. Mafia heir. Her employer. And the reason her stomach twisted with something that wasn’t fear.

“Just… thought I saw someone,” she replied, stepping aside. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing rarely lingers three nights in a row.”

Her breath hitched. “You knew?”

He tilted his head, lips curving—not in a smile, but something more dangerous.

“I know everything that moves within ten miles of my house. Especially when it watches you.”

You. The word slid from his lips like a promise. Or a threat.

She stepped back. “Why would anyone watch me?”

He moved closer, each step echoing like a clock ticking down to something terrible.

“Because,” he said, eyes locking with hers, “sometimes the hunter doesn’t choose the prey. The prey pulls the trigger.”

And just like that, she realized—this wasn’t about ghosts or strangers in the dark.

It was about him.

The man with the silver ring wasn’t a stranger at all.

It was him.

He had been watching her… long before she stepped foot in this estate.

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The air inside the Rossi estate smelled of old books, firewood, and danger.

Eva sat alone in the library, a single lamp illuminating the brittle pages of a leather-bound journal she had found tucked behind a shelf. The writing was delicate, slanted — a woman's hand. The ink had faded, but she could still read it.

“The Rossi boy looks at me like he owns the night. I think he knows what I’ve done. If he does, I won’t make it out alive.”

Eva shivered. The date was from twenty-six years ago.

Twenty-six years ago… the year I was born.

She looked over her shoulder. Shadows danced across the walls like watchers. The library was a cathedral of secrets — marble columns, gold-embossed spines, and stories no one wanted read. She had spent her life buried in books, but none of them looked back at her the way Matteo Rossi did.

“You're reading her words.”

The voice came from behind her. Smooth. Low. Inevitable.

She turned. Matteo leaned against the threshold, his dark shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled, tattoos peeking through like promises of pain.

“Who?” she asked.

He stepped forward slowly. “The woman who tried to betray my family and paid the price.”

Eva’s throat tightened. “She wrote about being watched. About fear. About... you?”

He crouched beside her chair, eyes level with hers. “I was just a boy then. But even boys remember betrayal.”

Her pulse roared. “Who was she?”

His jaw tensed, and for a moment she thought he might lie. But instead, he said the words that made her world tilt.

“Your mother.”

Eva's hand dropped the journal like it burned. “You knew her?”

“Intimately.” The word sliced like ice. “Not the way you think. She was working with one of our enemies—Luca DeFalco. She came here under false pretenses. A spy. A lover. A ghost.”

Eva’s mind swirled. “You're saying my mother was mafia?”

“She was in love with danger. And danger always collects.” His gaze dropped to her lips. “Just like you.”

She stood up fast, her chair skidding across the floor. “I came here to work, not to be part of your twisted family history.”

“Too late,” he said, voice low, almost regretful. “The moment you walked through my gate, you stepped into the story. And you’ve always been a part of it, Eva.”

Her skin prickled. “Have you been watching me?”

He didn't blink. “Yes.”

The silence stretched like a scream.

“Why?” she whispered.

“Because you looked like her. But you burn like something else. Something I can’t name.”

His fingers brushed a strand of her hair away. She didn’t move. Couldn't.

“I should be afraid of you,” she said.

He leaned in, breath ghosting her ear. “You should.”

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the house — metal against metal. Then a scream. Not hers.

Matteo was already gone, a shadow disappearing through the corridor. Eva followed, instincts screaming, heart thundering.

They reached the grand foyer where a guard lay bleeding, groaning, holding his side. Blood pooled beneath him.

**“Who did this?” Matteo growled.

The man wheezed. “It was... DeFalco’s men. They left a message... for her.”

Eva froze as Matteo turned toward her. His face no longer looked human.

It looked like war.

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End of Chapter Two.

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