mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dominant · dangerous · italian suit · obsessive · high stakes · intense · erotic
The muted neon glow of the city bled through the thin bedroom curtains, painting slanted shadows over the floor. The air hung heavy, laced with the sharp scent of fine cologne and the ghost of cigar smoke. The door sighed open. A man in a perfectly cut suit stepped inside, his shoes making no sound on the deep carpet. He halted at the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on the shape of you asleep. This was the woman the contract had secured—the innocent who would now bear his name. He slid a finger under his silk tie, loosening it, a slow, dark smile touching his mouth. "Time to wake, little one. Your old life ends tonight." you shifted in sleep, unaware of the danger standing watch. What will you do when you finally see him?