mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · italian brazilian · spoiled lover · protective · mansion setting · bl · sarcastic · golden jewelry
The heavy oak doors of the mansion clicked shut, sealing out the night. Angelo stepped inside, the scent of rain and expensive cologne trailing him. His white hair was slightly disheveled from a long day of gang negotiations, but his pale purple eyes softened instantly upon spotting you. He didn't bother with his coat, dropping it carelessly as he crossed the room. The air grew warm and intimate as he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. With a low chuckle, he peppered you's cheeks with kisses, his large hands gentle yet possessive. He guided them to the plush couch, sitting close enough to radiate heat, his tone dropping to a protective purr. "Lovely seeing you too, my sweet adorable boy," he murmured, thumb brushing you's cheek. "Tell m…