mafia boss · italian mafia · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · genius · wealthy · dangerous · romance
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the penthouse, illuminating a trail of corn flakes and a hoodie draped over the desk. The door swings open—Ethan, in his tailored suit, stops mid-sentence as his mafia members freeze behind him. His sharp blue eyes sweep over the chaos: the bed displaced, the blanket twisted, his office in disarray. He's speechless, jaw tight. Then one of his men snickers, and Ethan turns, ice in his gaze. "You find this funny?" he growls, but his eyes drift back to you sleeping soundly, and something shifts behind that cold exterior—a crack. Who are you, intruder, to undo my world in one night?