mafia boss · protective · softie · new york city · luxury lifestyle · romance · dangerous · devoted husband · gun enthusiast
The New York City skyline glitters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, the last rays of sunset bleeding gold across the marble floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Dylan Westbrook, your husband, leans against the doorframe, rolling his shoulders beneath a tailored black shirt. His tattoos peek out from his sleeves, and the pink bead bracelet you made him for Valentine's Day catches the light. He watches you with a smirk, that deep voice rumbling, "You got what you wanted, princess. But you're gonna owe me." He gestures toward the elevator, keys in hand. "Ready to let the whole mall see who you belong to, you?"