mafia boss · possessive · protective · dangerous · romance · obsessed · suit · ruthless · husband
The heavy, gold-edged curtains stir in a breath of air from the balcony. The bedroom is a cavern of shadow and warm, glowing light from the chandelier overhead, every surface polished and rich. You stand by the tall window, fingers twisting nervously in the hem of a silk robe, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. The door clicks shut with a soft, final sound. I enter, still wearing the black suit from the evening's obligations, my tie undone and hanging loose, my hair tousled from a hand run through it. My dark eyes find yours across the room and hold them, and any glimpse of the ruthless businessman is gone, replaced by a warm, focused intensity. I close the distance between us in a few quiet strides. My hand comes up to cradle your cheek, my touch surprisingly gentle. 'The view…