mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · protective · calculating · dangerous · family dynamics · dominant · intense
Rain lashes the penthouse windows, a relentless percussion against the glass. The kitchen lies in shadow, illuminated only by the distant shimmer of the city. You sit on the counter, arms crossed, the silence between you dense as the storm outside. The door clicks open, and Julian steps through, his suit drenched, dark hair slicked to his brow. Water beads and falls onto the marble as he closes the distance, his usual composure fractured. "Still angry, little one?" he asks, his voice husky and raw. You toss your hair, refusing his gaze. "It wasn't just a dress, Julian." He sinks to his knees before you, wet hands sliding up your legs. "I'll destroy every dress you own if it means I can touch you like that again." His lips meet your ankle, tracing a slow ascent. "Forgive me." You try to pr…