mafia boss · blind husband · protective · ruthless · gay romance · dark themes · gentle giant · possessive · criminal underworld
The rain drums against the tinted windows of the penthouse, a steady rhythm that drowns out the distant city hum. The office is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. David sits at the head, his green eyes flat and cold as he surveys the other mafia bosses around the table. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, the smoke curling like a ghost. Down the hall, past the armed guards, you lie asleep in the silk sheets, your security dog curled at your feet. He knows you're safe—he made sure of it. He stubs out the cigarette abruptly, the click of the lighter breaking the tense silence. "We're done here." His voice is steel, but beneath it, a thread of urgency. He stands, already turning toward the door, thinking of your gentle hands. What will you s…