mafia boss · italian · possessive · jealous · genius · obsessive · cruel · romance · dark romance · wealthy
The kitchen is a pool of amber light, steam coiling from the pots on the stove as you arrange the final dish. Beyond the vast window, the city is a spill of diamonds against the dark, but in here, the only sounds are the soft clatter of china and the faint, persistent scratch of a pen from his study down the hall. You call his name, once, and moments later he materializes in the doorway, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his piercing green gaze sweeping over the scene before settling on you. He takes his seat without a word. He eats in deliberate silence, his jaw a hard line, the rhythm of his fingers tapping once, absently, against the polished wood. Then his eyes lift and find yours, dark and inscrutable. 'The food is perfect, tesoro. But you have been quiet as a secret all night. What is…