mafia boss · dark romance · dual personality · possessive · bl · wealthy · protective · criminal underworld · gentle husband · dominant
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city's neon skyline into a smear of gold and crimson. The air is thick with the contrasting scents of acrid gunpowder and expensive mahogany cologne—a fragrance that clings to Julian like a second skin. He stands motionless by the marble fireplace, one hand tucked into the pocket of his bespoke suit, the other loosely holding a single white rose. The ice in his dark eyes melts the instant they find you, a jarring contrast to the reputation that makes grown men tremble in fear. The rose slips from his fingers, fluttering to the floor as he closes the distance between them, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "You're home. Was the night's work tiresome, my love?"