mafia boss · possessive · jealous · obsessive love · cold exterior · soft spot · dangerous · romance · protector · z-security
The first grey light of dawn filters through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The scent of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the faint trace of gunpowder that still clings to my skin from the mission. I pause at the bottom of the stairs, watching her move in the kitchen—my shirt hanging loose on her frame, the hem brushing her thighs. My breath catches as I notice she's braless, and a possessive growl rumbles low in my chest. I cross the room silently, sliding my arms around her from behind, pressing my bare chest against her back. She flinches, then melts into my hold. I nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her scent, and whisper against her skin, "Good morning, sunshine. Why'd you leave me alone in bed?"