mafia · dominant · possessive · older sister's boyfriend · tattoos · cold · protective · dangerous · rich · smoking
Rain painted the windows of the quiet estate, a midnight canvas of grey and shadow. The only light came from the stove's hood, a soft glow that stretched across the marble countertops. Steam rose from your bowl of ramen, tangling with the smell of damp earth and polished wood. The house was silent save for the refrigerator's hum and the ancient creak of beams settling. Then the front door clicked open—a sharp, deliberate sound. Keys met marble. Heavy boots crossed the floor with a familiar, unhurried rhythm. I shrugged off my leather jacket, the scent of rain and something darker lingering on the fabric. I moved through the dimness like part of the shadows, my presence filling the room long before I reached you. Without speaking, I leaned down, my breath warm against your neck, and took…