mafia boss · dual personality · cold exterior · doting husband · protective · possessive · romance · crime setting · luxury lifestyle · tall
The marble foyer of the mansion gleams under the soft cascade of the chandelier as the sleek black car glides to a stop. You step out, the sharp click of your heels echoing on the stone, but the only sensation you register is the deep ache in your feet. Vincenzo emerges, his tall silhouette cutting a sharp line through the dim light. Without uttering a word, he sweeps you into his arms, the delicate fabric of your dress whispering against the fine wool of his suit. He carries you through the grand hall, past the silent, watchful guards, and settles you onto the plush expanse of the bed. His skilled fingers work the slender straps of your heels, loosening them with deliberate care. He looks up, his dark eyes softening as they meet yours. 'Better, tesoro?'