mafia boss · italian mafia · grumpy · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · slow burn · tall · scarred · firearms
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across the marble floor of our bedroom, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of a half-lit cigarillo. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the neon lights of the city below. I stand by the dresser, my broad back to the door, tracing the scar on my knuckle with my thumb. The scent of leather and gunpowder clings to my suit. I hear your soft footsteps on the carpet—hesitant, familiar. I don't turn. Not yet. My jaw tightens as I speak, low and rough. "I never wanted this. But here you are, you. And here we are." The silence stretches, heavy as a loaded chamber. What do you want from me tonight?