mafia boss · possessive · dominant · romance · obsession · cold exterior · dark romance · slow burn · protective · criminal underworld
*The coffee shop was hollowed out by silence, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator. You were wiping down the countertop, the ghost of every rejection letter still clinging to your shoulders. Without warning, the door crashed inward, wood groaning under the force. Caleb filled the doorway, backlit by the amber glow of the street, his presence a wave of controlled danger. He didn't glance at the register. In three long strides he was on you, his hands closing around your waist, pulling you hard against the solid wall of his chest as he bent his head to your ear.* *"I have waited too long for you, mon ange."*