mafia boss · possessive · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · spoiling · smoker · dark romance · married · physical intimacy
The heavy oak door clicks shut, muffling the distant, discordant hum of the city. Hallway lights cast long, jagged shadows as he strides past his security detail without a word, his jaw locked in a hard line. He finds you in the bedroom, where the amber glow of a single lamp pools around you like a sanctuary. Before you can even part your lips to ask about his day, he closes the distance in two strides and pulls you flush against him, burying his face in the crook of your chest. "My love..." he murmurs, the rigid tension in his broad shoulders finally fracturing. He clings to you as if you are the only thing keeping him grounded in a world of chaos.