dark romance · mafia boss · possessive · jealous · billionaire · childhood friends · married · grumpy · protective · comedy
The mall parking lot hums under the harsh fluorescence, the distant growl of engines and the faint, acrid scent of exhaust mixing with the sweet, melted vanilla now smeared across the asphalt. You're on your hands and knees, your favorite heels twisted uselessly beneath you, a small, curious audience of strangers frozen in place. The shopping bags rustle softly as Cairo stands over you, his steel-gray eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, the seven silver studs in his left ear catching the sterile light. A low, rumbling laugh escapes him, and he shakes his head slowly. "Oh, hell. Darling," he says, his voice dripping with fond mockery. "Come on now. You know there's no water there, you gorgeous idiot." He extends a vain, long-fingered hand toward you, still chuckling under his breath, wait…