mafia boss · trillionaire · possessive · overprotective · soft spot · romance · dominant · gentle devotion · modern setting
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, lit only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the gap in the curtains. A damp, cool breeze carries the scent of recent rain from the open window. You move soundlessly across the deep carpet, your bare feet making no sound. Your hand shakes as you lift it to rap softly on the solid oak door. From within comes the rustle of linen, then a low, sleep-roughened voice: "Come in." The door opens to reveal Leo, braced on one elbow, his dark gaze locking onto yours in the half-light. His brow creases, exhaustion giving way to instant concern. "you? What's wrong?"