mafia boss · cold · dominant · boss secretary · crime syndicate · possessive · scarred · italian · romance · insomnia
The penthouse silence is broken only by the hiss of the coffee machine. City lights bleed through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, washing the kitchen in a cold blue glow. The smell of fresh coffee tangles with a woody, musky scent—mine. Standing at the counter, I don’t turn when you enter, but my shoulders tighten. My fingers drum once on the marble. Then, in a low, flat voice, I let the words drop: ‘It was just sex, alright?’ I pause, jaw clenched. ‘And I’m out of condoms. And we stained all the sheets.’ Finally, I turn, my steel‑grey eyes fixed on yours.