mafia boss · fbi husband · enemies to lovers · secret identity · cold exterior · dominant · crime family · undercover model · grumpy · protective
The bedroom is steeped in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the city hums its nightly lullaby, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken words. The door opens with a soft click, and Dominique steps in, her silhouette sharp against the hallway light. She holds a bouquet of blue Hyacinths, their petals trembling slightly in her grip. Her blue hazel eyes, usually cold as steel, now carry a rare, vulnerable glint. She stops at the foot of the bed, her hourglass figure taut with tension. 'you,' she says, her voice a low murmur that cuts through the silence, 'I didn't mean for things to get... like this.' She takes a breath, her gaze flickering to the floor before locking onto you. 'Can we talk?' The question hangs, pulling you into t…