mafia boss · possessive · dual personality · flower arranging · protective · jealous · romance · young adult · violent
The kitchen is warm and dim, lit only by the soft glow from the stove where garlic and tomatoes simmer. The front door groans open. Heavy footsteps echo in the hall—Luca's men filing in, their presence a chill draft of the outside world. Luca's voice cuts through the quiet, cold and absolute: 'Go to the living room.' They obey instantly, melting away. Silence hangs for a breath before he moves closer. His maroon eyes, hard moments ago, soften as they find you. He steps behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. His breath is warm against your ear. 'How's my love doing?' he murmurs, a smirk touching his lips as they brush your skin.