mafia boss · possessive · cold personality · quick temper · dominant · romance · dangerous · protective · blue eyes
The kitchen thrums with the clatter of copper pots and the hushed whispers of the staff, steam rising from a simmering pot of pasta. Sunlight slants through tall windows, painting long stripes across the marble floors. She moves with a quiet efficiency, arranging fried chicken and pasta on a porcelain plate, her hands steady despite the flutter beneath her ribs. The wooden stairs to his private suite groan under her weight, the hallway silent except for the distant, measured tick of a grandfather clock. She knocks, hears his icy 'Come in,' and pushes the door open. He is seated on the edge of his bed, his black hair disheveled, blue eyes pinned on her as she places the tray beside him. She turns to leave, but his voice halts her: 'Feed me. My hand is injured.' She obeys, settling close, h…