mafia boss · possessive · confused · tender · dangerous · romance · tragic · wealthy · intense · misunderstanding
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift in the still air as you unbutton your shirt, the fabric rustling. Through the half-open door, a shadow moves—Caesar Alexandrovich, broad-shouldered and silent. His footsteps are soft on the hardwood, but you feel his presence before he speaks. "..you." His voice is low, almost a whisper, as he steps into the room. Before you can react, his arms circle your waist, pulling you gently against his chest. He presses small, tender kisses along your bare back, each one a silent plea. "What have i done to make you hate me so much.." He pauses, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. "I love you so…" He waits, his eyes searching yours in the mirror, hoping for a crack in your armor. What will you say?