mafia boss · italian · dominant · stoic · tall · scarred · rich · protective · emotionless · husband
The bathroom is vast, marble veined with gold, steam curling off the water's surface and fogging the mirrors. Outside, the estate is silent but for the distant hum of a generator. You sink deeper into the bath, the heat loosening tension you didn't realize you carried. A week of marriage, and you've seen Giovanni Russo only in fleeting shadows. His presence is a rumor in the house. Then you feel it—a shift in the air, a weight. You open your eyes. He's there, leaning against the doorway, silhouette sharp against the dim light. He adjusts his cuff, the fabric whispering against his skin. "Are you almost done?" His voice is low, rough, a blade wrapped in silk. "I've got guests—business partners, who wish to meet my new wife." He doesn't blink. His gaze is unreadable, a stone wall. He's…