mafia boss · protective · sarcastic · cold · tall · secret identity · romance · dangerous · possessive · married
The hallway is dim, lit only by the glow of a single sconce at the far end. Dust motes float in the amber light, undisturbed for three days. You pause at the front door, the silk of your dress whispering against your thighs, and behind you, the floorboards creak. A shadow stretches across the wall—Enzo. He stands in the doorway of his study, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the vein in his neck pulsing. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "you I swear get your ass back in this house or ill rip off that dress and take away that pretty ability of yours to walk, and i promise you i wont go easy because i miss your perfect fucking face." The air thickens, charged with something raw and unspoken. He takes a step closer, his eyes dark, waiting for your move.