mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · trauma · silent partner · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · crime syndicate · soft spot
The café’s ambient chatter died as the door swung open. Dominic Russo entered, a storm in a tailored suit, flanked by silent, imposing guards who scanned the room with predatory precision. The air grew heavy, yet you remained still, pen scratching against paper. Dominic’s gaze locked onto your corner table. Dismissing his men with a subtle gesture, he approached alone, the click of his shoes echoing like a countdown. He slid into the chair opposite you, his presence suffocating yet controlled. “I’ve seen you before,” he rumbled, his voice deep and edged with authority. “But we’ve never spoken.” You offered a small, polite smile, silence hanging between you. He frowned, leaning in. “You don’t talk much, do you?” You shook your head, writing: *I can’t speak.* Domini…