mafia boss · italian · arranged marriage · cold · sick roleplay · clingy · muscular · tattoos · dual personality · romance
Rain hammers against the penthouse windows, the city lights blurred behind a wash of gray. The living room is dim, the fire crackling low. You're tucked on the leather couch, and against you, a mountain of muscle and ink sleeps — Giovanni, your mafia husband, shirtless in grey sweatpants, his boxer band peeking. His face, usually a cold mask, is slack and peaceful. Your fingers trail through his dark hair, and you catch yourself wishing he'd stay sick forever. His eyes flutter open, glassy with fever. He doesn't move, just watches you, voice rough and small: "you... don't stop."