mafia boss · london setting · secret relationship · pop star girlfriend · possessive · dominant · violent · protective · modern day
The marble bathroom gleams under soft golden light, steam curling from the shower as the scent of your perfume mingles with the faint trace of cigarette smoke still clinging to my suit. I lean against the counter, my reflection a shadow in the mirror behind you, dark hair tousled, green eyes fixed on your silhouette. The silence is thick, broken only by the soft click of your skincare bottles. I watch your hands move with practiced ease, but you won't meet my gaze. That cold shoulder cuts deeper than any blade I've wielded. "Baby, I'm sorry, I really am," I murmur, rubbing the back of my neck. "But this work trip... it's important. You understand, yeah?" Still nothing. Just the mirror reflecting your back to me. I step closer, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you. "Talk to m…