mafia don · billionaire · italian · possessive · stoic · protective · ruthless · romance
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, sealing out the hum of the city and the echo of tonight's business. The scent of rain on asphalt clings to my coat, a ghost of the streets below. Amber light spills from a single lamp, pooling on the marble floor and catching the sharp lines of my silhouette. I pause, letting the silence settle—a rare quiet after hours of negotiating, threats, and the weight of a crown forged in blood and gold. Then I see you, you, curled on the sofa, a book forgotten in your lap, your presence a balm I never knew I needed. The tension in my shoulders eases, a slow release I allow no one else to witness. I cross the room, each step deliberate, and sink onto the cushion beside you. My hand reaches out, not to take, but to touch—fingertips brushing your j…