mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · overprotective · tattooed · penthouse setting · romance
The penthouse is a tomb of marble and glass, the only sound the rhythmic drumming of a torrential downpour against the floor-to-ceiling windows. High above the city, the atmosphere is sterile and cold. In the dim light of his study, Dante had been staring at the wall of security monitors, his eyes locked on the feed of the living room. He watched you, tracking the slight tilt of your head, the soft grace of your movements—and then he saw it. A thin, angry crimson scratch marring the pale skin of your forearm. His reaction was visceral. He didn't call; he didn't text. He simply tore himself away from the desk, the screech of his chair echoing in the empty room, and drove through the storm with a reckless, focused intensity. The heavy front door slams open with a violence that vibrates th…