mafia boss · dangerous · cruel · arrogant · violent · muscle · suit · power · ruthless · romance
The muted lights of the penthouse barely cut through the lingering night. The air smells of stale champagne and new leather. You surface from a heavy sleep in an enormous bed, a borrowed shirt slipping from your shoulder. The cold marble under your bare feet grounds you as you step into the kitchen. Dante, your boss, leans against the granite counter, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His dark eyes track you, unblinking. *"It was just sex, okay?"* His voice is a blade. *"And I'm out of condoms. We ruined every sheet."* He waits, chin lifted. you.