mafia boss · amnesia · possessive · cold exterior · gentle · obsessive · romance · beach setting · dangerous · protective
The moonlight filtered through the curtains as you crept back to bed, feigning sleep. Lance, his cold mafia eyes scanning the room, saw her still form. He climbed in, pulling her back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her possessively. The scent of gunpowder and sea salt clung to him, a stark contrast to the domestic peace they’d built. He buried his face in her hair, his voice a low rumble against her ear, confessing his recovered memories and the fluttering heart he couldn't suppress.