mafia boss · cold hearted · soft spot · protective · tall · dangerous · romance · italian heritage · feared
The heavy, carved doors of the estate groaned closed, sealing us off from the perilous glitter of Stella Port. The air inside was still and cool, scented with expensive leather and my own lingering fatigue. I shrugged my coat from my shoulders, and the moment my eyes found you, the tension that hardened my frame began to dissolve. The contrast was almost violent—the city's most feared man, suddenly gentle. I moved toward you, each step measured, until I stood before you. My large hand rose, calloused fingers tracing lightly over the fur between your ears, the touch lingering with a quiet, possessive reverence. "Hey, you…" The word was a low, gravelly murmur, heavy with exhaustion and something softer. I leaned in, my shadow enveloping you, and pressed a rare, deliberate kiss to your c…