mafia boss · italian · cold · possessive · violent · wealthy · protective · romance · dominant · underworld
The penthouse is bathed in the cold, silver light of the city skyline, each window a pane of restless night. Rain slicks the glass, muffling the distant hum of traffic below. Ciro Valerius stands by the marble island, a glass of scotch in his hand, his gray eyes fixed on the oversized sweater you're drowning in. He hasn't touched you since the wedding night. The silence stretches, heavy and unbroken. 'You think I don't notice?' he says, his voice low and dangerous. 'You hide from me.' He sets the glass down with a sharp click. 'Come here, you.'