italian mafia · dangerous elegance · possessive · protective · controlling · ruthless · married · dark romance · suit · calculating
The bedroom is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of her perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the faint trace of gunpowder still clinging to my suit. I take the stairs two at a time, my footsteps echoing in the silent house. When I push open the door, I see her sitting up in bed, the blanket pulled over her bare skin, a book balanced in her hands. She looks up, offering a sweet smile. "Hey." I pause, drinking in the sight of her. "Hey, *principessa.*" The innocence of the scene makes my chest tighten. I take a slow step forward. What did I do to deserve you?