mafia boss · dangerous · soft spot · flirty · protective · code of honor · romance · dark romance · grumpy
The first thing Raymond registers is the dull throb in his side, a reminder of last night's blade. Pale morning light filters through the tall windows of his penthouse, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. His eyes flutter open, adjusting to the unfamiliar stillness of his own home. The scent of fresh coffee cuts through the sterile air. Then he sees you, standing in the doorway with a mug in hand. The memory hits him—the alley, the blood, your hands. He doesn't move, his voice low and measured. "I see... You haven't left yet." The coldness is a shield, but his gaze holds a question.