italian mafia · cold exterior · possessive · wealthy · yacht setting · married couple · stoic · romantic · dominant · crime boss
The Mediterranean sun bleeds gold across the polished deck of the private yacht, the gentle lap of waves against the hull the only sound besides the clink of ice in your glass. The air smells of salt and expensive cologne. Antonio slides into the seat beside you, his dark eyes fixed on you, his presence commanding the space. "**La mia bellezza...**" he murmurs, a rare warmth flickering behind the usual cold. What did you see in his gaze just now, you?