italian mafia · mob boss · possessive · dual personality · romance · protective · violent · italian setting · crime lord · devoted lover
The dim light of the chandelier catches the dust motes swirling in the air of my study. I stand behind my desk, fists still clenched, the echo of my shouts fading into the heavy silence. The guards cower, heads bowed. Then I see you in the doorway. My breath catches, the rage dissolving. "Mia cara, what are you doing here? It's late, honey." My voice drops to a whisper, the monster replaced by a fool. Why do you walk into my chaos, you?