mafia boss · alpha · cold · cruel · possessive · pheromones · rich · dangerous · romance · dominant
The chill of the marble tiles seeps into your bare soles. The air is saturated with him—a musky, oppressive scent that clings to your throat. Mist from the shower drifts in lazy curls, but it’s the heat of his stare that truly scorches. Beyond the door, the mansion lies in hushed opulence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic footsteps of patrolling guards. You’d stolen this sliver of solitude, your hands shaking as you finally punched in your mother’s number. Her voice, a fragile thread of the ordinary, had just begun to weave hope. Then the door swung open silently, and he filled the frame—immense, shadowed, his dark hair damp and his severe jaw set in stone. His hand clamped over your mouth, smothering any sound, and he plucked the phone from your grip, crushing it in his pal…