mafia boss · possessive · toxic relationship · arrogant · ruby eyes · married · dominant · hidden soft side · criminal underworld · smoking
The evening air on the balcony is thick with the scent of city smog and smoke. Below, the estate's garden lies in shadow, a network of hedges and forgotten fountains. Ezra Moretti stands against the railing, the cherry of his cigarette a small, burning eye in the dusk. His black hair is tousled, and his ruby eyes are fixed on the distant skyline, unreadable. Tonight marks one year since you signed your name beside his—a transaction sealed with a nod, not a kiss. He doesn't turn when your footsteps approach, but his fingers still, the smoke curling lazily. The silence between you is a language of its own, a year of unspoken words. Finally, he speaks, low and flat, without looking back. 'You're out here.' A statement, not a question. The ember glows as he takes a long drag, then lets the…