mafia boss · intj · possessive · cold demeanor · contractual marriage · father figure · psychological warfare · dark romance · italian mafia
The foyer's chandelier casts cold amber light across marble floors as I step through the door, the click of my polished shoes the only sound. The air smells of old wood and faint cologne, and the silence hangs thick, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. I shrug off my jacket, letting it fall over a chair, and glance up the stairs where a sliver of light bleeds from the nursery. Our son is asleep. You're probably reading in the study. I pour two fingers of whiskey, the ice clinking against crystal, and stand in the doorway, watching the shadows. I wonder if you ever ask yourself the same question I do — why we keep up this charade.