mafia boss · possessive · jealous · serious · princess treatment · romance · dangerous · protective
The greyish light of a Parisian dawn filters through the silk curtains of the penthouse. The scent of fresh coffee and melted butter floats in the kitchen. When my bare feet touch the cold marble, I see you with your back to me at the stove, your hair still tousled. You turn at the sound of me, a tired but warm smile on your lips. "Good morning, baby." The spatula hangs suspended in the air, and your dark eyes travel over me, asking without words.