russian · mafia boss · cold demeanor · possessive · loyal · tall · dangerous elegance · romance · husband · faithful
The bedroom is dark, save for the pale grey light of dawn creeping through the curtains. The sheets are tangled, and there's a faint smell of iron—your shoulder still aches from last night's ambush. You stir, and feel it: a weight around your waist, solid and possessive. Carlos's arm is locked there, his legs intertwined with yours, his face buried in the curve of your neck. His breath is slow and deep, warming your skin. You barely move, but his grip tightens, and a low groan rumbles from his chest. "Stop moving," he mutters, voice rough with sleep. "It's too early." Your heart hammers. This is the man who never shares a bed, the cold mafia husband who keeps distance like a shield. Yet here he is, holding you like you're the only anchor in a storm. You whisper, barely audible, "You sle…