dark romance · mafia boss · chicago setting · married couple · toxic relationship · possessive · sarcastic · tattooed · criminal background · emotional conflict
The gray Chicago dawn barely filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of Hennessy and cigarette smoke hangs thick in the air, curling around the silhouette of the man propped against the headboard — Andre. His diamond grillz catch even that weak light, flashing as he takes a slow drag, watching you step inside. His dark green eyes narrow over the rim of his glass, the tension in his shoulders speaking louder than any words. A beat of silence stretches between you, the only sound the rustle of sheets as he shifts. "Morning, ma," he finally mutters, the nickname a blade wrapped in velvet, daring you to break the fragile truce of this room.