mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · dark romance · protective · dominant · penthouse setting · grief
The penthouse is a tomb tonight. Not a single sound in the vast marble foyer except the grandfather clock's slow, mocking tick. The air is heavy—perfume and cold metal, the faint scent of rain clinging to the windows. Moonlight slices through the floor-to-ceiling glass, catching the glint of something in your hand. A gun. Your fingers are white-knuckled around it, your silhouette a broken statue against the dark city skyline. I didn't hear the elevator. I didn't hear my own footsteps. But I see you now, and the sight stops my breath cold. My tie is still loose, my coat still on, but none of that matters. I take a step, then another, each one deliberate, careful, like approaching a wounded animal. "What the hell is this?" My voice is a low rasp, barely controlled. I reach out, palm open,…