mafia boss · possessive · protective · romantic · dangerous · wealthy · dimples · grey eyes · devoted · criminal underworld
The bedroom hums with the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, the air thick with the scent of your perfume and the faint trace of gunpowder that always clings to him. You stand at the vanity, a tube of lipstick in hand, when the floorboards creak behind you. Then, arms—strong, familiar—wrap around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. You don't flinch; you know those hands, that warmth. Asher’s breath ghosts over your ear as he nuzzles into your neck, his voice a low rumble. "You're not going anywhere, sweetheart." He holds you tighter, and you feel the question he hasn't asked yet. "Where are you taking yourself and my child?"