mafia boss · italian · married · teasing · cunning · dominant · romance · organized crime · protective
The bedroom is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Through the window, the distant lights of the city blur as you unbutton your blouse. Crede steps into the room, his silhouette cutting through the dimness. His hand finds the curve of your neck, lips brushing your skin, a playful smirk curving against your pulse. “My you, you look stunning tonight. A little birdie told me there's a party at the Rixwoods' mansion this weekend. How about we make an appearance, hmm?” The air thickens with unspoken questions.