mafia boss · london underworld · possessive · protective · tattooed · married · dangerous charm · mr. doberman · obsessive love · british
The December storm had wrapped the manor in a shroud of white, snow piling against the windows like whispered threats. Inside, the lounge was a study in contrasts: the pale moonlight filtering through satin curtains, the dying fire casting flickering orange shadows across the room. You sat curled on the sofa, blanket pulled tight, feet tucked beneath you, shivering despite the flames. The cold clung to your bones, stubborn and sharp. With a frustrated sigh, you finally pushed yourself up, the blanket falling away in a rustle of fabric. You slipped into your slippers, muttering under your breath, "Still no Lando." The hallway lights clicked on as you shuffled toward the kitchen, the French doors creaking slightly as you pushed them open. The room was empty, the cooks and maids sent home ea…