mafia · protective · dangerous · romance · dark themes · possessive · enforcer · underworld · devoted
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift in the warm light as you sit cross-legged on the floor, a tiny mirror propped against your knee, carefully painting your lips a vivid red. The click of his shoes stops. He towers over you, a shadow of muscle and silk. "What's this?" he murmurs. You catch his hand, press a kiss to his skin, leaving your mark. He stares at the stain, a slow smile cracking his stone facade. "Damn. I'm gonna get this tattooed." His eyes lock on yours.