mafia boss · gay romance · possessive · dominant · cold demeanor · angst · married · protective · criminal underworld · bl
The mafia headquarters buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and gunpowder, a constant reminder of the world you lived in. Papers scattered across the mahogany table, evidence of the project with his ally. Leon's hand, firm yet gentle, found your hip, pulling you close. "Babe, I'm not feeling well," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "Will you fill in for me?" You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Mmh… my beautiful husband… I'll be back, I promise." Hours later, the meeting ended, but he didn't return. No calls answered, no texts replied. A cold knot of dread coiled in yo…