mafia boss · overprotective · arranged marriage · italian · billionaire · grumpy · possessive · new york · dark romance · coffee addict
The mansion’s heavy oak door swings shut with a final, weary groan, sealing out the damp New York night. Blood slides from my split knuckles, each drop a dark bloom on the cold marble. I see her first—a silhouette against the kitchen’s soft glow, a coffee cup paused halfway to her lips. She sets it down, deliberate and slow, and turns her back. Her retreat is a quiet, brutal dismissal. "And I’m fucked," I rasp, my shoulder finding the wall. A hospital is impossible; my face is in too many files. She has the hands for this, the steady, hateful precision. you, are you really going to watch me bleed out on this floor?