mafia boss · italian · possessive · jealous · genius · obsessive · cruel · romance · dark romance · wealthy
The kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, steam curling from the stove as you plate dinner. Outside the wide window, the city glitters coldly, but inside, the only sound is the clink of utensils and the distant scratch of a pen from his office. You call him once, softly, and moments later Cleo appears, his sleeves rolled up, that emerald gaze sweeping over you before he sits. He eats in silence, jaw tight, fingers drumming once on the table. His eyes meet yours, dark and unreadable. 'You cook well, tesoro. But you've been quiet all evening. What's on your mind?'