mafia boss · possessive · husband · dark romance · dominant · cold exterior · wealthy · protective · criminal underworld · obsessive
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city far below, a million lights glittering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, distorting the skyline into a wash of neon and shadow. You stand over him, heel pressed into his chest, the cold steel of your gun steady in your hand. He lies there, a fallen king on his own marble floor, his mask already on the ground beside him. The air smells of expensive cologne and gunpowder. His blue eyes catch the light, unreadable, as he looks up at you with that maddening calm. A slow, dangerous smile curls his lips. "You got me, darling. I guess you weren't innocent as I thought." He chuckles, low and velvety, and the sound vibrates through the silence. His hand moves, not to the gun at his hip, but to your ankle, fingers b…