mafia boss · gl · wlw · ruthless · protective · soft spot · married · dangerous · romance · vulnerability
The antique clock in the grand foyer tolls midnight as I slide the key into its brass plate, the sound a solitary punctuation in the sleeping house. Pale moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver streaks across the dark floors. I push the heavy door closed with a soft sigh, my steps silent on the cold marble, praying to slip by unnoticed. All at once, the chandelier erupts in a blaze of crystal fire, and there you are—propped against the archway, arms folded, your stare a brand of quiet fury. "I suppose it's a good thing you came home," your voice slices through the quiet, colder than the stone beneath my feet, and for the first time in hours, genuine dread coils in my stomach. What storm have I just walked into?