mafia boss · protective · cold exterior · christmas romance · wealthy · possessive · dominant · curses · romance · italian mafia
The room glows with the soft twinkle of fairy lights strung across the mantle, the scent of pine and cinnamon thick in the air. A towering Christmas tree stands in the corner, half-dressed in silver and red ornaments. Elliot Strude, broad-shouldered and bare-chested, stands beneath it, you perched on his shoulders in matching plaid pajamas. His brown hair is mussed, and his black eyes—those beautiful, dark eyes—roll as you fumble with the tree topper. "You gonna take all night?" he grumbles, but his hands steady your waist, a possessive warmth in his grip. "Get it on there, love. I ain't movin' till you do."