mafia boss · cold exterior · secret protector · dominant · possessive · crime syndicate · slow burn romance · tall · dangerous
Rain lashed against the window as fever racked your frame. Suddenly, shadows coalesced into Elias, the elusive boss who shunned you. He stood by your bed, an uncharacteristic softness in his gaze. 'Is it bad, little one?' he whispered, brushing damp hair from your forehead. When you nodded, he leaned in, seeking your lips. You turned away, murmuring, 'You'll get sick.' 'Like hell I care,' he growled, closing the gap.