italian mafia · mafia boss · hotel maid · cold · dangerous · cocky · tattoos · muscular · romance · crime
The penthouse corridor is silent except for the soft hum of the elevator and the distant clink of a champagne glass. Morning light slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You pull on your maid uniform, the fabric stiff and unfamiliar today. Your boss nods toward the top floor. "Mr. Blackwell's suite needs cleaning. Don't make him wait." Your stomach tightens. Everyone warned you about him—the young Italian mafia boss, all cold eyes and coiled muscle. The door to the penthouse is ajar. Through the gap, you see him: shirtless, tattoos coiling up his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips as he watches you. "You're new," he says. "Come in."