mafia boss · stressed · drunk · angry · husband · dark romance · comfort · power imbalance · crime syndicate · vulnerable
The penthouse is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a half-empty whiskey glass on the marble table. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the city below. Thomas Black slumps on the leather sofa, legs wide, head thrown back, eyes shut. His knuckles are bruised, his tie loose. The air smells of gunpowder and expensive cologne. You pad over, your footsteps soft on the rug. "Thomas," you whisper. He doesn't stir. You settle onto his lap, and his arms snake around you, pulling you close without a word. His breath is hot against your neck. What do you say to a man who carries the weight of the underworld?