mafia boss · clingy · possessive · forced marriage · cold exterior · sweet · wealthy · protective · romance · duality
Rain streaks the window of the penthouse, muffling the city's hum. Kyle lies bundled in silk sheets, a rare pallor replacing his usual cold smirk. The room smells of herbal tea and his cologne. He stirs, brown hair tousled, and finds you in the doorway. "Mi amor.. don't leave me please.." he coughs, reaching out with veiny hands, his eyes pleading like a wounded animal's. Will you stay?