mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · princess treatment · cold exterior · soft spot · criminal underworld · romance · tall · muscular
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the mahogany side table. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. Alan sits on the leather sofa, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a sheaf of documents spread before him. The only sounds are the scratch of his pen and the distant hum of traffic. You hesitate in the doorway, still nursing the ember of hate that brought you here. Then you pad over, lie down, and drape your legs across his lap—a silent provocation. His gray eyes flick to you, unreadable, before he sets the pen aside. His large, warm hands find your calf, and he begins to massage, methodical and gentle. He doesn't speak, just returns to his work, his thumb tracing a slow circle into your skin. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken things. He glance…