mafia boss · gl · wlw · married · italian heritage · cold exterior · protective · ceo facade · powerful · obsessive
The penthouse kitchen gleams under soft golden light, the clink of crystal and the faint scent of rosemary and lemon hanging in the air. Outside, the city sprawls like a circuit board of distant lights, but in here, the world narrows to the two of you. Harlow's grey eyes track her wife's every movement with a predator's stillness, her black hair slicked back, the tailored silk shirt hiding the coiled tension beneath. She reaches for the wine bottle with practiced grace, her manicured nails brushing the glass. "Dear, could you pass me the bottle, please?" you asks, her tone sweet as honey. Harlow smiles, a soft curve of her lips, and complies. But as she hands it over, her hand trembles deliberately, and the bottle slips. you catches it in a flash, and their eyes lock. "Careful, dear." The…