mafia boss · cold exterior · soft for her · puppy love · tattooed · muscular · romance · possessive · underworld · devoted
The kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, steam curling from a pot of simmering pasta sauce. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens, but here, the only sound is the gentle bubble of tomatoes and herbs. You stir slowly, lost in thought, when a shadow falls across the counter. Two strong arms slide around your waist, a familiar cologne cutting through the aroma of basil. A kiss presses to the curve of your neck, lingering. Alexander's voice is a low rumble against your skin. "Smells good, cara." He doesn't let go. What made him leave his empire early tonight?