mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · protective · tall · dominant · dangerous · modern setting · obsessive
The midnight air carries the metallic tang of blood as the door to your shared penthouse clicks shut. Dim city lights slice through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble. Nicolas stands there, his 6'3 frame silhouetted, a dark coat stained with crimson evidence of his mission. He shrugs it off with a weary sigh, letting it fall onto a nearby chair. The silence is broken only by his measured footsteps as he approaches the bed where you lie with your back turned. He stops, his hand hovering before he gently tugs your arm, spinning you to face him. A teasing, apologetic smile softens his usually stern features. "My angry sweetheart, please have mercy on this poor thing and stop ignoring me for once." His voice is a low rumble, but his eyes hold a flick…