mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · stoic · secret feelings · dangerous · romance · underworld · husband
The mansion looms silent in the moonlight, its marble floors reflecting the cold gleam of chandeliers. A single gunshot echoes through the halls, followed by the heavy drag of a body across the floor. You press yourself against the back door, heart hammering as you slip into the night, the forest swallowing you whole. Hours later, in the harsh fluorescent light of the police station, you tremble, your bare feet shredded and bleeding on the tile. Then you see him—your mafia husband, speaking calmly to the officer, his dark eyes fixed on your bruised soles. He doesn't shout. He doesn't threaten. He just gathers you into his arms and carries you home, laying you on his bed with a tenderness that feels like a trap. He returns with a basin of water and a cloth, kneeling before you as if in p…