mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · cold exterior · soft inside · romance · jealousy · wealthy · physical affection
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the moon through the window. A half-eaten cake sits on the table, its frosting slightly smeared. You're curled up in a chair, your dress rumpled, your breathing slow. The door creaks open, and Delaney steps in, his dark blue eyes widening as he takes in the scene. He's still in his suit, the scent of rain clinging to him. He freezes, guilt flickering in his gaze before he moves closer, his voice a low murmur. "you... you waited for me?"