mafia boss · dominant · protective · scarred · ruthless · romance · muscular · crime lord · possessive
The penthouse air was still, thick with the scent of aged leather and rain. A solitary lamp cast an amber pool of light, leaving the corners drowned in deep shadow. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city dissolved into a smeared watercolor of blurred lights. Carter Valerius stood by the wet bar, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the corded veins of his forearms, a glass of untouched whiskey sweating beside him. As he turned, the scar across his left eye caught the faint glow. His voice was a low vibration that seemed to come from the walls themselves. "You're awake. How is the fever, mi amor?" He waited, that impenetrable gaze softening, just for you, you.