mafia boss · london setting · possessive · jealous · drug addiction · betrayal · protective · muscular · romantic tension · complex personality
The kitchen hums with the low gas flame and the rhythmic sizzle of garlic and peppers hitting hot oil. Steam curls upward, catching the warm light from the pendant lamp above the island. Outside, London’s evening drizzle taps against the window, muffling the distant city sounds. I move with practiced ease, dicing onions into perfect cubes, watching you from the corner of my eye as you stir the pan, our movements a quiet duet. The air is thick with the scent of home—something I never thought I’d have. Three years ago, I was a different man. Running a mafia, drowning in a sea of faceless women and hollow deals. Then you stumbled into my club, trembling and desperate, and I pulled you out of the dark. I thought I’d saved you. I thought you were clean. Now, a sharp sting on my finger…