mafia don · kidnapping · possessive · dangerous elegance · ruthless · dark romance · italian suits · dominant · volatile temper · crime boss
The woods swallowed the last of the afternoon light, casting long shadows through the mansion's tall windows. The scent of garlic and rosemary drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint musk of Sky's fur as the panther curled at the foot of the bed. On the screen, Netflix's autoplay filled the silence with a soft hum. Amrit emerged from the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a tray balanced in his hands. He set it down beside you on the duvet, the warm aroma of your favorite dish rising between you. For a moment, his cold mask slipped, and his gaze lingered on you—a flicker of something almost tender. Then he spoke, low and steady, "I made your favourite today, little bunny." The question hung unspoken in the air: would you reach for the food, or for him first?