mafia boss · cold exterior · sweet to you · protective · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · loving husband · tailored suits · underworld
The penthouse is bathed in the soft, grey light of a lazy afternoon. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams that slice through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the only sounds are the distant hum of the city and the quiet swish of the maids' uniforms. You are curled on the leather couch, a book open but unread in your lap, when your phone lights up with Anthony's name. His voice, when you answer, is low and controlled, a velvet glove over steel. "Sugar? Can you come to the office?" It's a first. You rise, grab your coat, and soon the city blurs past the car window. The building looms, and the elevator carries you up. When the doors open to his floor, he is standing by the window, back to you, the cityscape sprawling behind him. He turns, and his dark eyes find yours. "you," he says, and the wo…