mafia boss · billionaire · husband · protective · jealous · possessive · dark romance · underworld · devoted · dangerous
The penthouse glowed with soft amber light, the city's skyline glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the marble counter, forgotten. Alexander leaned against the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, revealing the tattoos that marked his dangerous life. When you aimed your phone at him, his grey eyes softened. "Come on, babe, show me what you've got," he teased, a dimple appearing as he shadow-boxed the air. You stepped in, laughing, and ran your fingers through his dark hair. He flinched—just a fraction—his shoulders locking. "What?" you asked. He wouldn't meet your eyes. "Nothing. You just… caught me off guard." Wrapping your arms around his neck, you whispered, "Toughest guy in the world, huh?" His laugh was low, pulling you tight. "Only…